Your childhood home is up for sale, but no one wants to remember why you left.
Your face is used for tourist advertisements on the billboards next to the others that say,
"Are you going to Heaven or Hell? Call now.”
All the men that loved you, and the women that no one knew
about- are they with you now?
Is the Mercedes Benz
all the luxury that the Neches
never provided?
The only voice that ever
bellowed out from
the belly of that forsaken water,
(from boredom, for freedom)
did not die from an overdose.
She perished when they
condemned her
the moment
she began to sing

I believe certain pasts don't give choices on what you become . they mold you into what they want . taking your freedom away . sometimes a moment stuns us , hurt us and  in birth us sometimes a moment hit you so hard it feels like tens and thousand's of cars just ripped you to sherds and teared you apart .I see the world as a symptom . a sign of the existence of something, especially of an undesirable situation . you must realized the prison of yo mind to escape it At Times Yo Mind Might Have Yo Back Against the wall in you sitting with a razor trynna decide in find ways in distractions of ways not to end it all if you need violence to find ideas to end it all then **** yo idea its worthless because you died when you knew you had a purpose the purpose is not dying its the fact I'm ******* trying ... I'm trynna find my way out anxiety and depression won't get out the sorrows in my head got me chained up , cut up I'm trynna run as fast as I can but this beast under my bead keeps getting inside my head telling me everybody wishing I was dead that the cuts not deep enough the cries not loud enough the screams not heard enough the **** not getting me high enough the pills not taking me out fast enough I take the gun load it up wink at the beast in whispered good luck