lucky i got work
after you got complicated

heartache is nursed
by the busy buzzing

and i see lots of new faces
guess replacement is possible

guess i just wasn't exposed
and you became proud

thought i was desperate
but i was only passionate

so i won't have to cover in bed
i will shine on the streets

they'll say I'm smart
then i will smile..no time to drag

it's now i realize
..maybe i was just bored
wasn't love

Your childhood was taken
By a society broken
Each day spent in chores
In care for your mother
Seeking water and food
No time to explore
Your imagination, or find yourself
Instead dampened spirit
Becoming numb to the core

And whilst you watch
Your friends play in the street
You kick the dust at your feet
Which you hopelessly
Sweep each day, house proud
But wondering whether
You’ll eat today, and how
It could ever change
Will it always be this way?

There is a moment in which I inhale,
that makes me feel in control.
I see it burning at the tip
and what I feel is the burning in my throat.
There is not shame or regret that comes to my attention when I exhale.
I feel relieved.

Atnight I shrink to my father and fear…with closedeyes…my thoughts appear and disappear….in perpetualfog…oneminute, I am ugly…another, lazy…then, an unworthy, helpless, hopeless, heap…hunchedover…and in pain…with arms poised to protect…body contorted to distort…but whatever I clingto…and all I resist..u-n-f-o-l-d-s  i-n  d-a-y,  w-h-e-n  m-y  e-y-e-s  t-h-a-­t  s-t-r-a-i-n  s-e-a-m-l-e-s-s-l-y  o----p----e----n

I hope someday I'll find a way out of here
A way that would show me how to conquer my fear
I put my head on the pillow to rest
But that's the only thing I do best
They said I suffer from a brain trauma
Leading to all this emotional drama
I sit right there staring at a wall
Trying to find a way, trying to find a door
Everyone keeps thinking I'm a villain
Driven by hate into my own prison
Their problem is,they never listen
Listen to my words, read what I write
Because that is what gets me through the night
A complete freeze, I'm not in ease
I think I'm sick by my own disease
Pulsing its way through my veins
There's this force, breaking all my chains
Now i know what my brain sustains
I have reached my absolute zero
From now on I'll be my own hero

Stress
Relief
Fun
Sorrow
Exhaustion
Hope

Boredom strikes once again,
I have the right number to call.
Feeling lonely and empty,
I have the right number to call.
Need that confidence boost,
to talk to now girl of my dreams,
I have the right number to call.

The relief is blown off my shoulders,
within 3 or 4 drags of this lost wand.
Then she takes care of me making sure, that there is no discomfort.
No, not anymore.

Such a beautiful plant is open to criticism,
however for me it is a freedom, a release.
An escape from a world I don't want
to particularly be in.

A release that helps **** this anxiety which haunts me.
A release that helps me when I get ****** of random rapes/murders both international and local.
This plant is an escape, your either with
it. Or against it.
I personally  understand and respect for both sides