Joe said he losing his sanity
And I told him I already did
He like "I don't how I do it"
And I agreed because I can relate
I don't know how I wake up every morning
Wake and shake
and deal with this bullshit hand that life dealt me
I don't how I get out the bed
and don't return until 12 hours later because Ive been breaking my back at work
Im degrading but I dont hit up every party to twerk
Every boy I see doesn't attract me enough to flirt
But when Jomar cheated on me
That shit hurt
It burned inside of me
And my only distraction is the dumb ass excuse for a job
// e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PoetryA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
