Missing the swagg that i had, phone calls asking do you know where I can get a bag, done traded it all in for a chance, pen, and a pad, I never knew doing something right required so much sacrifice, life is acting like I haven't already done the time for my crimes, when does the punishment end, feeling like god is unforgiving and I dont even believe in him, but how else do you explain the extent to which my torture has been, tired of hearing quit looking at your surroundings as four walls again, my sobriety is more then kicking in manic depression is f***ing with my emotions and bad memories is flooding my head, constantly envisioning a gun in my hand aimed at my chin just wishing it would end , I hate the feelings past events of my life give me, its not my heart but my brain that's unforgiving and every time one is recalled my heart remembers the feeling, and Ill never admit what it really is that kills me the most i'll just stick to saying the same thing everyone assumes I will and the stories they know, 17 years of metal illness 8 of em medically diagnosed 5 with a psychiatrist there aint 1 coping technique i don't know, went from taking prozac to smoking dro, the only way I ever found to balance the imbalanced chemicals, but now I dont even have that or the homies back home im on the edge fighting the urge to let go


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