Rap / Poem. (In Progress)

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Yeah, I know that you're upset.
That you sleep alone in bed.
Cause all the relationships you had have put you to the test.

I'm not angry no more.
Now that I've walked out the door.
And you can't threaten me by saying that I'll sleep on the floor.

I'm doing better now.
Have an amazing best friend.
We fight a lot but they're there for me more then you did back when

There was fighting in our house
Glass splattered on the ground
And my home was a place I'd come to hear police sirens sound.

I'm sorry that I left
This is my new path
But you did this to yourself, I just couldn't face your wrath

Being the disappointment
The girl who had failed
Because of my choices, the ones that have me pale

Every time I hear a noise
Cause now I'm paranoid
That someone will try to hurt me because of your stupid choice

But I still would rather be with you
Cause you know of the day
The day of March 17th, the day after my b-day.

I couldn't stop the tears
Or the fact I couldn't breathe
And now his words make me cry and they haunt me

And I broke yesterday
And today I broke too
Because those words are words that are so commonly used

But how do I stop the pain
The new pain you put me through
Cause in the end, it comes down to me and it comes down to you

How could you do this to me?
Now cause of you, I cannot sleep.
And I cannot be happy and I cannot breathe

I'm miserable
My life can be terrible
But people have it worse so I can't throw a tantrum

Gotta learn to suck it up
My life doesn't compare
To people who go through life with no emotion and blank stares

Cause their life was pretty rough
With a world that is so cruel
And all they think is they are just some broken old tool

My life isn't important
I should keep my mouth shut
How can I complain when people go through life that way worse and rough?

I shouldn't be upset.
People lost their lives.
But I've lost people too that should be through the ride called life.

And now that they're gone.
Another soul is lost.
They will never feel the sun, or laughter again, and in the ground, they rot.

{Continue later}

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