I’m such a troubled soul.
It’s 5:03 in the morning and I can’t shut down.
I literally cannot sleep.
Maybe somebody is dreaming of me?
Wish that ****** would wake up…
I’m wearing white bball shorts and a black expess zip…hood up
Annnnnd……camo crocs haha. I’m a joke.
I’m smoking a djarum black…
The smoke keeps getting in my eyes.
The district sleeps alone tonight is playing on my headphones.
My ex and me broke up 3 years ago..
I have dreams about her every night recently.
In my dreams we’re happy.
So when I wake up it feels like we just broke up and I cry….

She needs the Lord
Like she needs her breath.
Oxygen taken from my lungs,
Abruptly as I gaze into herself.
Stop.
What you're doing and take a look around,
It's bound to astound
You.
Can change, it's simple.
Our life here is merely a ripple.
Classic heart full of love.
Classic start, no loss,
A nudge in my back.
Propel.
Forward into the abyss.
I taste this.
Can't quit.
With God as my witness
Mind flooded with visions.
I live with intentions.
Pure.
Incisions of living.
I'll start from the beginning.
I live for the Lord.
Forever Forgiving.

I sit here,
in the corner of my thoughts.
Running like a train on no coal.
My soul,
my whole being,
a ceiling with no end.
Glass house,
mad house,
ust throw the rock.
Drop the lock but grip the key,
I twist and turn but never break free.
These doors are endless,
I can’t pick the right one.
I walk the streets smiling but loaded,
Cocked like a gun.
Humming my favorite jingle, while I scan the bar for a lady to mingle.
Another wasted day in my life,
Another wasted cut of the knife.
Another wasted word of the day,
I sit and decay, and pray and say,
I’ll do better tomorrow,
instead of changing today.
When will this end?
When will the wrong choices subside?
Until then, I’ll sit and I’ll hide,
Here in the corner of my thoughts.