If I could dig my soul from my spirit,
Id dig further then 6 feet…..
Cuz under my skins
Is a deadly sin
That coffins me to the new noises
My lips refuse to speak.
I'm cranberry of a bladder infection,
Anxiety of anti depression,
Dizzy from this aggression, So….
if I could dig past my resurrection
Id dig pasted 6 feet………
for what's its worth I've been
Dieing for ages!
Souls broken of men skill pages,
Fragments remains
In this writings of pencil shavings…?
Pressure pushes my brain
Up against the 4 walls I've confined myself in!
Counting days thinking my last hours (I well die alone!)
Finding myself days after layn in my own disaster,
phone in my left hand 911 left on hold…..
I watched my eyes roll back as I dropped to the floor
Foam came from my mouth… “someone help”!!
(I'm dieing alone)
An as I sat outside myself I put my hands out
An pressed together praying to god!
An as I laid next too my body I let myself go
HOW CAN I BLAME THE MAN ABOVE!
When my heart stopped pumping poetry thru my veins,
And my life ran ahead of me, when I cheated the game,
I lost contact wit my soul
An my spirit ran away.
So I died thinking life was nothing but a filthy ass game!
So within my name I wrote poetry to help ones relate,
When u feel like YOU’VE lost control of ur own life!!!
U been dieing for ages yet nobodys opened there eyes to witness ur dieing strife!!!
So u cleaned up the blood from the scene, wiped up the blood stains,
Packed Ur body up an threw it in Ur own trunk of desired dreams…
Purified Ur mental with fairy dust, when sleep became Ur favorite theme
Nobody sees u anymore.
when dialing 911 all u hear is a busy tone…………………………..
GIVING UP SEEMS TO BE THE LAST OPTION!
So I picked up the phone an put it back on the wall
Pressed my hands together an jumped back into my body prayed to god plz dont let me die alone!
