The Day I Tried To Live

I awoke like any other day. Hearing syncopated voices inside my head....heroes and villains alike playing on my intellect and my heart as if I don't deserve to live the sadness of suicide is fading , and I'm hoping God knows and forgives, but I'm in contrast to so many, that I just want to get on the board so I can be accepted as someone or something, not a piece in someone's game or pawn to make the stagnant do their job....I'm contemplating nothingness....or believe in what they took away as they walked away from you will prosper in effigy; for I was the dichotomy of joy and positivity that thrust deeper like a knife inside a deserved victim, I am the trapezoid that it immensely mediated to , if so it's so sad when the only one believing in your soul is someone who never seen what you can do, I am a piece to a puzzle. In the wrong world and frame for their is a piece that will never fit in. I'm going back to the void of my humanity...there I will unravel my mind, destroy my heart and lose my everything I thought I was, I really don't belong anywhere anymore ,for they are all immortalized . I am walking amidst a garden of statuesque memories of the best of hoping the blood spatter will sink in the marble so I will be engraved forever more. My heart is and was different, my level ,my law,is un wavering as I waft in the air like a discarded flag.