As a poet, an emotional wreck, And a suicidal human being, True love to me is Forcing my hand through my ribs And tearing my heart from my chest, Settling it in your hands And expecting you to keep me alive.
It might be slippery from all the blood, and its probably gonna start stinking cause of decomposition and maggots, but if you drop it its not going back in.
The worst part about three AM is that I'm hungry and I gotta be somewhere tomorrow. Finally evolving from a NEET into... Idek whats next.
Ill go Stacey Dash on you Blastin you Actin like my daddy ain't black Attackin You With these alternative facts Hate the "fake news" So I can fool wypipo into havin ME on they team Low self esteem has made me green with envy for the machine There's no in between I don't support you I hate your black support groups Why don't you just pull YOURself up By YOUR bootstraps while I deport you Cause I'll resort to a white face And paint my own race As lame My claim to fame Clueless To the truth I Maintain this Self-hate My lips stay lyin' through my tooths I don't mind being their puppet Long as they keep my noose loose