It'll Be Alright

Psychological restraints,

block the view of her true fate

constant wars inside,

constant tears to cry

her nose is stuffed

with feelings

and broken pride mixed with drugs

she's numb

her loved ones can't see

who she yearns to one day be

a woman of fairness

a woman whos kind

a woman who regardless

never forgets to pray at night

for her emotional awareness

"When will I feel this so called peace?"

she pleads..

but in order to repair

all of the broken

fucked up thoughts

she's got hidden deep somewhere

she'll have to come to

a bitter, difficult conclusion

that maybe, it'll take

the grossly deranged heartache

and just stop fucking using

she chose to sell her soul one night

and listened to the high ass lies

and heard her first "it'll be alright"

but little did she know

her high dreams and dope hopes

would prove to be just that,

another night she can't take back

now she cries all night

wondering why she tried

the one thing she always hated

and lost the life

she'd so beautifully created

she heard those words,

the ones she craved without knowing,

"it'll be alright"

turned into her one and only...

kryptonite...