People judge
For everything you do
It's not what you can change
It's what you can prove
.......
So does it matter
Changing the way I speak
Everyday is getting sadder
......
And I hide it just with a laughter  
Does it matter
Does it matter

A slipted lost soul
Still walking down a bright road
Broken soul with vision

Don't know what to do
When death is in every turn
I'm trying to hide
With mistakes I never learn
...........
I wonder and look
For hints to the Sorcery
Before I am found
And once again put to sleep
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They are the best pets
I like the one thats so blue
If you know the game
You know this is a Haiku
............
Animatronic

This so bad
I couldn't even think off a title
The love I give can spread out for miles
But when no one takes it
And I give up
Then I'm the one who's evil and foul
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I'm throwing in the towel
I'm giving up
Voices that's left in my head
Cause the printer stuck
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No Titile

Why is me
To deal with family
Hatred in hearts
We want to **** each other in silent sleep
.........
People deal with different emotions
But I think mines way too deep
I trust no one
Its so thin
I have to count sheep
The fifth pass by as I imagine a rattle
Past dealing with torture
I remember getting beaten with paddle
Days were so tough
They would of actually killed me from changing the channel
Why Me

Friends
Family
even strangers
Become enemy's at the end
That's why these words stay by me as a bullet in a chamber
Gaining all of my sin
..................
Cause I'm a type of guy who's stay's in the house
Making music drawing or writing poetry
Trying to find a way out
................
Of this depression
Stay to myself
Because every time when I tell someone
They listen but never getting my message
..............
Through life I'm stepping
For better or worst
The people I'm helping  
My body still hurt's
..................
From thinking of later depression
I'm hanging my noose
And i'm taking my weapon
Cause this is the only thing that I have to cope
Every session I think to myself
If I tip over this chair who ever would know
That's why this is my battle
And
This is my *****
Every time

I sketch
I rap
Waiting for the world to see my talent and hear my voice
I have tracks on Sound Cloud
Later on Itunes
I just need to have the perfect time for a perfect choice
......
I say things that relate to my past
&
Later on to my future
Dealing with stress
Hoping nothing wants to aim for my chest
Because thugs that wanna be the high top shooters
.......
A boy with a vision
Changing his life with a pencil
Spitting bars that can go to a essay because of the sentence
.....
I'll let that sink in for a minute