Who feels it knows it
Who+are you to tell me that I am not suffering
I would expect a better reaction from you
Then you distance yourself because you don't understand or put me down or badger me because you think it's a phase
It's not a f***** phase this i s my life I suffer everyday
From flashbacks,
Blackouts
Break downs
Sneakers thrown at me
Dirty socks that aren't mine thrown at me
Even have a battle to put on my son's clothes are you f***** there?
No
So how dare you tell me dont claim something on him when it is very glaring something is wrong with him
At least I am working on getting him help
I had no mother to get me help
Instead a motherass who cared more about her idols , deities and her women
But I had to go years keeping it within
Cutting
Burning the flesh that I hated
A complex so dangerous
Suicidal thoughts were a constant everyday thing
A list of who I planned to kill
Because I felt like the Whole world was against me
This is the battle of my life
If I had no lifeline it would have been my sharp knofe against the flame
Against tjis flesh the only pain I had control over
And when it's done it felt so good a relief
It's like a mango kush high
So high
The scars would appear dancing while throbbing
Pop sizzle ooooo mmmm yess!
But what do you know about tjis battle this is my life and I lived it not you
Your living your own and don't really care about me
You put on this facade to appear as if you care but you only care about yourself
While I'm struggling you laying chilling, cashing your checks and still getting money from elsewhere
I tell you I'm going through it and you say I'm doing better than others but heffa you owe me!
I'm over you but the pain is still there because while yiur smiling and collecting cash
I'm over here suppressing pain
Releasing tears this shit just ain't fair !
So when I come with my sharp knofe to your apartment in the night in all black with a bearded mask
I'm hoimg to shuve this knife up your vagina
You fi say you like de cocky
Well take this knify ex-wifey
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
