I'm lost tell me if you find me
Drunk to the point where I cant even remember my own name.
Everyday it's the same thing.
Get drunk, get high, get lost
Find my way back, take that razor
Fell the rip down my chest.
Tryna fix the ex in my chest, shes a pest, I wore a bullet proof vest in front. Never thought she would stab me in between my shoulder blades.
Now that the best is worthless when I swipe up and down on my chest, Removing my heart, my lungs burn with all the T.H.C and nicotine in my system.
My liver shuts down from all the alcohol in my system, poisoning everything it touches.
I.Vs in my arms, tubes in my stomach, clearing me from these pills.
I'm killing myself over a little girl, I loved her for years. I shed tears for her. I proved everybody wrong, that nobody could hurt me, but oh darling how it hurts to be my heart.
Somebody free me please, I'm so tired of getting lost. Help me please.
Free me from this pain I want shelter, a home. A crown.
Hand me my crown again. I was a king, i want my throne, give me my kingdom, I want the girls swooning over me everywhere I turn but now my eyes burn.
I burn my kingdom on fire, girls I turn away now. My eyes are gone, I smashed them with my throne. My crown I gave to a peasant who doesnt deserved it.
I jump from the highest tower, I fall millions of feet, I'm tired.
Time to repeat the cycle again and again.
Please save me.
Please do.
Please.
Tears sting my eyes, repeat.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
