I hope someday Im strong enough to let the pain go, or will it build inside until I die and in the grave so,/ Im sitting staring out the window thinking whered the day go, Im tryna kill the pain, a pill a day, its still the same though,/ and I am unwell in, my melon, rebelling and yelling, Im dwellin, in hell and, theyll never let him in, heaven,/ is what theyre telling, the Reverend, I been irrelevant, ever since, Im 11 developing, evidence of a pessimist,/ state of mind and my effort gets, great at hiding the skeletons, stay up crying the pressure is, made inside and Im guessing this,/ is causing the restlessness, as my body it wrestles this, its probably the best if his, systems on these new medicines,/ and yet again, these thoughts persist, its got me pissed, the talks of this, razor across the wrist,/ unlocks a switch, inside my mind umma bury, like a live cemetery, try to find son of Mary,/ everyday
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 12:21:03 +0000
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