Poverty levels are miles above me.
Haven't eaten for days,
but the child's tummy is happy.
That's all that really matters, right?
Stolen vehicles and slinging to get by,
selling myself and losing my mind
an inch at a time.
But, I'm clean in too many ways.
Greed and snapping jaws trained at me.
Every angle of escape blocked,
this is my Destiny.
I chose the wrong hearts to trust.
I gave a mile.
I lost it all.
Though I want to give up,
I just can't afford to blow.
I'll feign strength and plastered
happiness.
Block it all like I've done in the past.
One day I'll be blessed with death,
and I'll rejoice in the simple
emptiness.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
Poverty levels are miles above me.
Haven't eaten for days,
but the child's tummy is happy.
That's all that really matters, right?
Stolen vehicles and slinging to get by,
selling myself and losing my mind
an inch at a time.
But, I'm clean in too many ways.
Greed and snapping jaws trained at me.
Every angle of escape blocked,
this is my Destiny.
I chose the wrong hearts to trust.
I gave a mile.
I lost it all.
Though I want to give up,
I just can't afford to blow.
I'll feign strength and plastered
happiness.
Block it all like I've done in the past.
One day I'll be blessed with death,
and I'll rejoice in the simple
emptiness.
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