Sorry for the dark ****
might be poetic license.
I've been writing for 3 weeks straight
And unwillingly promoting violence
I've been dark and and filled
With silence
While loud. Evoking riots
Why do I try to be a rocket man
When I haven't mastered rocket science.
I'm not eating much these days
I think the drugs
Are playing mind games
On my sinus.
While I'm emotionally withdrawn
And feeling no semblance of kindness
Why this. **** seeping out my eyelids
So I can be a rapper
You all talk about behind his...
Back and use key phrases
To remind him...
He's unworthy...
I've been trying to have high self esteem
So why do I feel *****.
Its unnerving
Like I'm hurting
And my eyelids need my surgery
*** I can't see
The reason
That my mind is so disturbing
And it hurts me.
I'm lost in purgatory.
With revenge a far off thought.
If I killed myself tomorrow
Would the killer really
Stand the thought of being caught