My chi be telling me there will be better days
I sit down wondering if I will see another day
Do I even deserve another day?
Imagine getting ***** and clamoring for your rapists approval
Why don’t I just blow my head off like Hemingway?
Then see the old man at the end of the tunnel
I wonder what he would say
Probably tell me how I wasted all my talents
Maybe remind me of how I was a disgrace to my parents
Probably get Dante to lead me to inferno
Or would I finally find peace
My chi comes back and screams as I swallow the pill