march

I been struggling with feelings These overwhelming thoughts I need relief Trust my intuition I'm buried in my insecurities I'm a product of this world Hear my stories, my reprise I'm feeling sick Emotionally drained and on my knees Where the love go I did nothing but care, to say the least Now you out living your best life While I'm left without a need I don't feel the music I just wanna stay at home and sleep I work a job that I don't care about They don't care about me My friends concerned cause I been drinking way to much My thoughts harassing me The only thing to numb the dead inside I watch life passing me A dark place, very dark place It's not that new But I haven't occupied this headspace in a while I'm tired of battling You're fucking worthless Fucking waste of life, you pay the price And you acting like this counseling and music Is gone save your life You fucking prick Selfish piece of shit That's why they left your ass You fucking softie Now they with someone else and I bet you that it's better That man enjoying what you had It's fucking sad because you had it in the bag How the hell you come in second To another man That she only knew for weeks While y'all grew up from the age of ten If you would have called he'd be alive If you would have answered one more time If you would have put your pride aside and Talk to him, he'd be alive You fucking piece of shit He knew you since the beginning of all this music shit Helped you make your first mixtape In that barracks room and shit Now he's gone forever And I feel that you're at fault to blame Now the woman that loved you has Left you for big and better things A part of me feels that You should never ever live again But I know someone's listening Suicide, I'd be ashamed Suicide, I'd be ashamed Yeah Suicide, I'd be ashamed