Raised on love, grew up in a **** storm
lullaby at night, the sound of a gun call
Always had the fight within, not falling tis form of mentality
Future seemed a bleak
mentally not giving into criminality
I was a ninja personified dodged the debris
They design to distort reality
Their scope on ones that lose hope don't cope
Feed them to their criminal dynasty
Broken souls who's life has been beaten with brutality
smelled out the weak, broke them infected their mind
the beast always looking to destroy or feast

I had to fight my way out, never had a ounce of doubt
Hustled and jumped every hurdle put front of me
I don't mess a-bout, punch with the weight of not the ****
technical knockout
Ploughed through the *******, ****** life and pulled out
Not once did I lay down and cower, I reroute
All the negativity I ate
Then spewed out flowers
In essence you can say, broke out
Negativity I devoured
Now I run circles around square thoughts
A fresh Prince, running on sheer will-power
I'll defeat anything you throw at me, I've seen it all
Call me Dwight David Eisenhower.

I don’t want the pills
I don’t want them
I hate this suffering
Existing
I’m so ******* sick of it
It just goes on and on
Steadily getting worse
And I watch everyone figure it out
Steady themselves
Find something to make them happy
But there’s no happiness in me
It’s not there to find
Void
And I would rather feel the sting of a blade
Than to suffer in this empty, broken existence

why do people change?
is it because we’ve changed also?
or just because they met someone new,
& probably someone better to us?

why do people change?
it ***** overthinking it
we’re on one page before
now we’re on the edges of our own sits

why do people change?
i always asked myself that
it’s a bit strange
because we are creating sentences & eventually,
you already marked a dot.

why do people change?

degrade me because you love me
infect me with your cancer
befoul my integrity
because i’ll do anything for attention
disillusioned with my charming grip
you lie awake
thinking of ways to let me down easy
you won’t be getting rid of me
because it’s me
im the malignancy

If Cinderella
Was a cooking slave
Instead of a
Cleaning slave,
Her name would be....
Mozzarella.

I hung up the phone

And collapsed into myself, sobbing

The sky was honey gold with rainbows

And the ocean was a lovely royal blue

You don’t think of me in THAT way

And I wish I didn’t too


I was crying cuz I felt myself physically lose something I had come to depend on

And

I was crying with my eyes shut to pretend nothing happened

And

I was crying over that rainy Sunday morning in the parking lot

When I couldn’t flip my skateboard like you

You held my shaky hands

So that when I thought I would fall you would be right there, your calm hands in mine, your breath on my forehead,

When I fell you fell with me,

Cuz when we go down,

We go down together,

But this time, I was falling FOR you,

Tripping over my laces for you,

Head spinning for you,

Breath catching for you,

With nobody there to catch me.

A squirrel offered me
              a *******.

But just fondled my
            Nuts the whole time ..