Hey
Your a person and me too
You like to do twitter
You think about allot of stuff and you get to be baked
Me i live by mexico
My lifes like cake though
The problem is
Cake ryhmes with hate
Ans i dont like it this way
The air hasnt felt good in years
I birthed 2 kids
Miscarried one
Plus another when i was a kid
But i feel that dead soul inside me
That kid
I
Dont know how to write about a death
Inside you
It kills you slices you cuts you like a fat whiteline
Like you got none
Nothing but hate no love
Just death
Hate ****
These things filled my life
Writeyour poems think about them hard
I used to talk to trees
Now
Its just a
Empty sleeve
No line
No heart
No soul
No love
No truth
No death
No light
Just a bunch of ****** up stuff
Inside
All stuffed up
*******