My Psalm

Lord, Here I am on my knees speechless,

I don't know what to say,

All I know is I'm feeling some type of way,

Stressed, depressed, and oppressed in the system,

I just wanna shout, " Let me out"!

My soul is disturbed, knowing Life in prison is not what I deserve,

Forgive me for my transgressions knowing and unknowingly,

My struggles I confess openly,

Uncomfortable I toss and turn every night,

I'm wrong even when I'm right,

It's like darkness is consuming me and choking out my light,

No matter how hard I fight,

I've hit rock bottom and don't know what else to do,

So I come to you with everything I'm going through,

My smile has been turned upside down to a frown,

Each day it's becoming harder to maintain and stay positive,

17 years of this is exhausting I feel like something gotta give,

How long will this go on?

I've been trying to stay strong and don't know how much

longer I can hold on,

I'm asking for strength because I'm hanging by a thread,

Sometimes I feel I'd be better off dead,

Is life worth living and dying in prison?

What else do I got to lose?

Nothing but the blues and don't think anybody else wanna walk in these shoes, or yours either

When it comes to suffering I lost the sense of my purpose,

Please help me find it again,

Because as long as I'm breathing I know its not the end...