“Acid Tearz” are tearz one sheds from the heart. They never roll down your face, but they run through your heart like condensation. They are effects of pain as manifestations of very deep sadness in the heart.
Doing time as one can imagine is hard for anyone. It was designed to be. Now, I’m not gonna act like I don’t deserve punishment for the fucked-up shit I did then and now. I’m not asking for your sympathy. What I am doing is expressing the way I feel, I think & believe about these experiences. Ya know?
As I do this time, I dream about how I wish my life would have been. Then, I dream about how I wish my life was now. Then finally… how I hope it will be in the future!
Sad thing is that’s all a fantasy! It ain’t what’s going on! See, cuz life goes on… people move on… it all has to, whatever any of us want it to or not. Life is bigger than us ya know. There are people I wish would have thought about a nigga enough to look me up. Write me back. Out of wonder & concern. Imagine being in a time capsule watching how life has passed you by…
I can’t be mad or overly sad. I did this. The consequences of my actions were known to me. I take accountability. All of it. I do hope God has better for me. I’m trying to live the best life I can with what I have left. But a brother feels unloved & alone. The struggle is real.
Questions:
What kind of advice do you have for a brother?
Have you ever felt hopeless yourself?
How did you deal with it?
