Shoot me down,
I'm at fault,
Ridiculous cause of war,
I'll never forgive myself,
Maãlík pass me the torch,
I got family of course,
Some woman out on resorts,
Some company I should keep,
But it's jealousy in my core.
Wash me down, please,
Im filthy of a disease,
Attached to the face,
A monster, I used to bleed,
Everybody run like Martin on the TV,
You can call it nonsense,
I was hurting for weeks,
Maybe even months or years,
I was fatigue.
Brother told me no you got this,
You gave me your conscious,
You gave me all these tools and you drops gems,
You capable of holding a conference,
Now let's just be honest,
You gotta love yourself cause you got no one else but you,
Even with my other half man he telling the truth,
Even if I try to laugh man the pressure consumes,
All the energy is sour when come step In the room,
All my enemies look lost like you did this to you,
Can't help not at at all,
I was raised under rules,
No friends, no fun, no baby dropping for two,
Of course,
Mad like
YOU ARE READING
Suicide, I love you.
PoetryA collection of thoughts from before an untimely death. Arranged from prearranged music. Compiled from several days in solitary confinement. The End.
