Open Mic: run from my thoughts

Juss pumpin outta few oms till i drop the big one.....

Im trapped in my own mind, stuck at a crossroads
Its better to love life, but my love is at loss though
Im just walkin on my own, tryna find myself again
I know what it takes to scrape, climb, n grind till ya win
My emotions are bottled, cork is ready to blow
I cry that im walkin straight toward death on this road
Maybe its not my choice though, was it meant to happen to me?
Is it a test from god to have this heavy sadness released?
I drop to my knees, beggin for mercy to god
"Please, god, please, im not ready to die.."

With this weight on my shoulders, im not ready to lift
But god is testing me, as i steadily sin
This life has me pinned down.. Ive become so distraught
Only thing i kmow to do now is to run from my thoughts