My Mind, My Soul
Mental Health Poetry
Quiet somber air
That drives through the night
Bringing through depression
A sweet declare it drives
The mind takes control
The voices in my head are getting louder
Creating a war in my soul
Please I need some help
I can not do this by myself
I do not know how to express
I feel just like a mess
But quiet secrets these are
No one sees my scars
The anxiety I have
I want gone
I do not want to be a pawn
So I trust and believe
That with God’s grace and mercy
I can be set free
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Dalton “Statz” Cline
What’s up everybody? This is Statz. I am a spiritually-influenced conscious hip hop artist/spoken word artist. With this platform, I will provide lyrics to my songs and poems. Check me out! You’ll definitely enjoy!
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