I’m weeping.
Something in me is pinching
As if it’s trying to grab attention
Or is it making me question?
Who am I right now.
Am I acting different?
Mean & attacking ?
Is my Hate inflicting?
I don’t know what I feel but I know it’s not something real ..
It’s not what I am
It’s hate speaking out my hands
It’s the rage of the memories that haunt me everyday.
Forgive it baby it’s my Addict ways