Did I do sumthin to ya?
Did I hurt you?
I apologize, you know I'll never desert you.
I've been to hell and back, wearing my scars on my sleeves.
If I'm being negative, it's okay for you to leave.
I'm alone in my zone, blasting music in my headphones.
Taking pills to numb the pain, having nightmares of being dead and gone.
Ain't safe for a nigga in reality or his mind.
I can lay dead in the streets or grow heartless over time.
I just wanna be happy, fuck being in pain and shit.
It's lonely when your depressed, I'm just so over it.
Poetry keeps going through these troubled times if mind.
I want to see the light of day, not the thought of suicide.
