No one to thank but savage writer
I feel my spirit switching
The fire burning from this
purgatory singing me
I’ve been through them,
I said I’ve been through them
My depression and glaring insecurities
I never tell anyone about in fears
of being misunderstood and ignored
When I wrote this, don’t you know…
I could have died many days ago
after stress done engulfed me
I tend to think the world would
be better off without me
Its wickedness I am not with
Can’t let anyone near me
not cause of past pain.
Cause I’m simply drained
of every ounce of patience.
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