My friends always tell me I get carried away. Sometimes I spit when I talk cause I have so much to say. They don't seem to hear me, but I guess it's ok. It's not their fault my mind's working overtime with no pay. Take a walk, clear your head, breathe in, count to ten. Cause on the first page of life written in red. You'll never make it here if you don't learn how to bend. Don't speak unless you're spoken to, little girl. Someday you will find your place in the world. But ladies don't get dirty. Someday you'll learn to fill the empty space with empty faith. Everyday feels like a battle and I always get hurt. I was frequently told violence was never the answer. But life doesn't abide by the rules of a child. I don't know how to fight, only taught how to surrender. There's a certain kind of darkness that does a reaping. It usually takes you right before you are sleeping. Is it the crack in the door that it finds a way to creep in? Or the crack in your brain that wants you to drop dead. I don't remember what it's like to see with clear vision. I wake in the morning like the dead has arisen. I don't have to think this body of mine is a prison. You don't control me, I just gotta find the light switch, but the more that I look, the further I get. You're the only thing about me that needs to be fixed. Cause on the first page of life written in fine print, stop looking for light live it instead. Don't speak unless you're spoken to, little girl. Someday you will find your place in the world. But ladies don't get dirty, someday you'll learn to fill the empty space with empty faith. My mind is a mess, but I love it nonetheless. They tell me to hush, but my words are all that's left. So on the last page of life written in gold, don't waste it always doing what you're told.