Here's a disclaimer: if you're a female and you really only fuck with my sexual poems you might wanna stop here and go back to tweeting or whatever. If you actually fuck with my writing then sure, continue reading. Just know, it's depressing.
I just learned this past year that I shouldn't blame God for the hardships from my past years//
then around the top of this year I lost the one girl that I thought cared//
it's safe to say Gods talking and trust me I might be stubborn but I can hear//
I'd rather disconnect than show emotion//
that's my only misfortune//
all the problems I have I like to be alone to cope with//
I don't need anyone bothering me or adding some other concoction to my potion//
plus I hate smoking I'll take a sip of some Jack though//
and keep drinking until I fall back into the couch as if I'm working on my backstroke//
as if I could swim and wouldn't die if I drove off this bridge//
while I write this listening to RUPHUS//
telling bitches that I don't need them sounding like a doofus//
sometimes I feel like fuck everything then sometimes I don't// but you'd never notice cause we never spoke//
you just read these poems and think I'm a great guy with a nice sense of music and fashion//
but I hate being stagnant//
and my mind races I'd probably go crazy if I didn't put this pen into action//
music and writing saved my life// maybe twice//
even though I've thanked God all my life//
I still think about dying subconsciously when I sleep at night...
every night...
throughout my life//
....fuck
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