Standing in a mirror trying to change myself image
Living with the guilt that daddy couldn't
Finish
Every blow to the brain was a reminder
My momma fell in love
With a coward  
Scared to admit he was broken
From lies that his mother
Created
His image was of the man
That she hated
So you killed my pride and shot my
Mind and killed my soul
And Burried me alive
But killing me is killing
Yourself
But in the end
Im a reflecting of your past and present
lyrical Monster
Let the ink flood
and open
The wounds to heaven
GATES
Let the angels guide my
Thoughts and provide my voice
Cause I'm living to die
With out a voice
But the question is are you
Really living
A lie
Or living
To die
So open your eyes and answer my question
Who am I??


XoXo Lost Black Girl

The cynical kids with their cynical minds
and the rebel actions, are just looking for distractions
you can't see it cause they mask it
but they're hurting in their hearts.

You won't let them be
cause you don't understand
you have never been so low
that you start drowning in the pain
but they have,
and they feel dead inside
so they spray paint your walls
and break the windows of your cars
so they can take their minds
off of the things that **** inside.

I was always told by my mother,
That love is lust, and everyone can relate.
That to love is now meaningless and a bother,
It is that one thing that drive mankind to hate.
I know now what she...was saying all of these years,
Love is a burden that we all have to carry as humans.
All of the griefs , sorrows and fears,
Made us draw back into the shadows like demons.
Love, what is that, and why for it we care?
Is it that thing we use as an excuse to hurt each other,
Or is it the thing that make us feel rare ?
Love on my part make us so crazy that we can't even trust each other.
I know, love...is deceiving, disloyal and unfaithful,
It is the mother of everything I know to be shameful.



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