"Double gun, mixing up different drugs, molly blunts"
I hate walking knowing my soul is being extracted by nanoseconds.
A love i craved for years is here and is starting to grow and mature.
I won't be able to be with you along your journey
I fucked up and best believe I regret a lot of gross things i've done.
Feeling worthless isn't what I desired for you to become.
I tried to save myself but it was just too late.
Why is it that when things go beautiful, an ugly rainstorm covers us all in despair.
I feel my regret smoke a pack a day and it aches me when I see fumes coming out from my brain.
Yes I been stressing, and i'm not going to set aside that i'm not alright.
Why must love die out?
Do you see me as a toy that you once grew out of?
I'm mature, i'm positive on that.
Lie. Hurt my heart and just bury me.
You can have all you want without me, I know you'll be happier than before.
I gave it all my best and my best wasn't enough.
On my way to limited suffering with eternal suffering making me suffer in silence
Imagine breaking apart a side of me just to not get to the other side of thee.
Depression filled waters, this is my kingdom.
Always here at midnight wanting to drown myself away.
I'm crying knowing damn well I unfortunately gotta live another day.
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PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
