I miss the days college days! Not the work, just the people. That void hasn't been filled since

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times

I once contemplated suicide and would of tried

But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived

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Sometimes it's better to not say a word

― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Perfection

Each day the sun rises, you stare at yourself in the mirror looking for the first imperfections that strike your core. An excuse you give yourself in-order for you to carry on and tell yourself that what you do is the right thing to do in-order to uplift your ego. Not only to please your inner shallow but, to also please the shallowness that is the flock which sore around us. Dividing your inner perfection, without realizing that you are already whole. You are not missing any pieces to the puzzle that is yourself. You thrive to be perfect when perfect is already within you. You let the flock dictate how you perform on the stage we call life. The next morning, I want you to look at yourself again, and instead of looking for your imperfections...Look at how perfect you already are and you will smile knowing that you don't have to change yourself for anyone but yourself, because you are perfection...Perfect in every way.

Pain is pleasure

Sometimes I just blank out just so I don't have to think about it all

Good Morning and Goodbye

A feeling like no other, when life slips you by

To watch the sunrise, and let the embers burn

Shedding ashes upon the land

And lay rest within this urn

This platform might turn into a venting plug for me

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"Living in a world so cold, wasting away

Living in a shell with no soul, since you've gone away

Living in a world so cold, counting the days

Since you've gone away

You've gone away"

Part of me wants to die tonight, Part of me wants it to be an accident, And part of me wants someone to notice and stop this feeling.

Gambino vs The World

I am the ying and the yang, the darkness filled with the light of evil.

The happiness quenched in miasma, dripping from the barks of the Divine.

A pair from each side bewildered to embody the course of balance between the soul and an empty vessel.

Spinning this world in a time where space is ripped between the physical and the spiritual realm....or something in between.

Grinding the salt from the rocks of tranquility. Sprinkle a bitter, sour scent upon the land. Drying it's soil and devouring its energy.

The sun begins to set, acquainting the lights of the night to brighten each path. The lights are out...or is it a dark cloud in your head?

Voices screeching from each end of the cosmos. Gaping away plots to dispell the hearts quaking at your orbit.

Diving into the abyss, swimming within the mind as I search my way out of your subconscious. Bedrock blocking my way out, without showing a path to air.

Drowning within myself, optimistically dense, crawling my way towards the light, scratching and scratching at the dirt as I make my way to the top. Only to finally notice that I'm strapped to a chair.