B-Dreams Poem by chris guice

</>In my dreams i always died in them feels like i am gonna died young because i am not worthy of living in this lifetime... i am hurt in pain stress-out because of who i am they say be strong n be a man and i say i am doing the best that i can.



Tried of worries of what tomorrow might brings tried of seeing pain all around me.

Feelings use and confused and abused

Everytime i open my heart out i get used i be better off gone then to be here...



Tried of living in hell and project to fail... half to live up to the scale but i am nothing but an young black male who's

Living in a world who has my soul for sale.



Painful feeling is what i know stress is how i feel.... struggle is my middle name...

stuck in my own domain wish i can erase my self from existences from this world

Another one gone from a world for of stress... fear.... and hate...... Who am i.