I’m not okay

Not content with the skin that I’m in or the life that I live. My mind constantly hurts me and there’s no way to run from yourself. Ignorant of the future or if I’m in it, I’m ignorant of a lot of things. T’Ericka you keep me stable, hell you keep me sane but they’re so many broken pieces. How can you Fix all of me? Maybe God sublimely tells me you are the only one that can. Either way I’m not sure of what to do at this point. This world is full of evil and vile things, from certain people to certain acts. I know you can push through everyday but I barely survive. 4 years with an amazing girl, 20 years with an amazing family, I got to witness the best basketball team ever!! I wish I could’ve found medium sooner lol then you’d have way more poems from me. But this really isn’t a poem it’s just me talking to whoever’s listening because in my eyes you represent everyone I love. I have goals just like everybody else. To be a famous entertainer/Musical artist/fashion line/ and to have all of latrice’s dreams to come true. Goals that are definitely obtainable and would definitely make my life complete. Then there are days like these, lord help me