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Jul 2020
I'm a do better again, fix myself so I'm not so broken. Always predicted the worse. For the longest time I thought it was a curse.
I see it differently now. Voices too loud.
I'm just trying to make myself proud.
I've got to make it, I'm not here to fake ****.
I'm a do better for my health. **** that fame and wealth.
I've got a drink in my hand and people by me. That's all I ever need. I'm a succeed.
Drop the last ****** that hurt me.  But I'm a not waste all my time fighting.
I've got to make it. I have to avoid certain ****.
Do your worse, I'm no longer under a curse.
I'll burry your punk **** into the dirt. I know my worth. I'm a stay busy and go to work.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   From the ashes and ---
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