Oh, baby, It's all in your head, Maniac, I thought your a brainiac, you should understand that maybe you should go get help, But, it's not like you ever cared to hear me whelp, All you do is watch me trip, Stitch me up like a quilt mattress, how can I expressmy guilt? When you tilt me upside down, Homicide frown I am, Suicide takes me above grounds, Above the town of crazy, Everything is hazy, Do I look lazy? No. My thoughts become racy, I should take my life, for your own safety, I feel wavy in this depressive drought, Am I supposed to be impressive? But, Dont you know this is excessive? and abuse starts to become possessively happening, occuring, What's the use? You sadistically seduce me, Happiness reduces, Masochist introduces itself to me, In this fantasy of nuisances. I excuse my innocence, to profuse adolenscence, Your essence has made me stress since,
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Poetry Book 1: Heartache
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