Written July 3, 2006
I'm losing control
Used to be so bold
Now growing so old
Without advice being told
I'm losing my sense
How could I be so dense?
To let some nigga rinse
Me of all my innocence.
I'm losing my mind
Got caught up in his grind
Running out of time
He says I'm out of line.
I'm losing my family
He said he'd be there for me
But he really can't be
That nigga lied to me.
I'm losing my life
Filled with nothing but strife
I can't see the light
The future isn't looking too bright.
I'm losing my money
Isn't that funny?
I should've chose love over money
Now I'm here with nothing.
I'm losing my soul
Learning nothing over the years growing old
Never surrendered my whole
Now in Heaven where I should be, there's a hole.
I've lost me
Now he's happy
It's clear now I can see
But it's too late to be free.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
