I was gonna write you a letter
Talking about how nothing’s gotten better
How it’s your fault why I’m not a go getter
Don’t know how to love
Don’t know how to get better
Was gonna sign that **** in red
But you claimed that colour
When you were trippen, rippen my skin
had one hand on my mouth
Other on my throat
Struggling
Watchin the colour go
Given me a taste of death
knocking on the window
You shown me what true evil is
Made it easy for me to wanna slice
your throat & knock your **** in
Spit on your face & leave you to rot like how I should of did then
Instead of tryna find a way
to get you straight
While I was traumatized sitting thinking
this ugly *** ***** keeps spitten
something about oh I wanna be your first take me to the psych ward
forget I did this
But I hadn’t let that pen hit the paper
Cause I rather tell it to your face like I did
I told you I ain’t afraid no more
I got two working hands
Ready to ring your throat if you ever
put your hands on my siblings
Told you to look me in the eyes cause you acted like a ***** crying
Like you ain’t the one responsible for me standin here confronting you
Wanting to die
But I started rewriting that ****
because it’s been 7 years
& I’m nearly my own again