Seems like I can’t do it no more,
death is the only thing on my mind
and I can’t seem to step down in life.
Hope the heavens take me,
hope the heavens bless me,
I’m sick of being so tired.
In and out of mental prisons,
cycles of abuse seemed never-ending,
a healthy dose of skepticism didn’t save me from pretending.
They were condescending,
The doom impending,
wasn’t worth the money I was spending.
No shoes, no clothes would put a cloth over my wounds,
Can I go?
Would you let me?
Another day would be too much, can God save me?
Or maybe I’ll just shut up like I always do,
Put the mask on and be the person who,
stood beside you like nothing was wrong,
the same person you devalue,
but oh well,
I guess it’s like this for now,
having nothing, staying at my parent’s house,
barely have a dime to my name,
but I have my soul and I have heart,
everybody but I to blame,
I have poems, I have art,
and no shame in my game.