Life
im getting
sick of
all the
fake people
you only
get one
life
there aint
no sequel
acting like
youre equal
to my
god
all this
bull*****
has bogged
my mind
im looking
for a
sign
to let
me know
everything
will be
fine
but i
know it
wont
so im
just gonna
grab my
coat
and get
off this
boat
before it
sinks
to the
bottom
of the
lake
this is
crazyeights
locked in
a crate
trying to
plan an
escape
but i
know its
my fate
to just
give up
and die
please dont
cry
im not
worth the
tears
ive been
dead
for the
past few
years
its too
late to
scart acting
like you
care
cuz i
know you
didnt
before i
go
i need
to finish
a few
things
but i
dont know
what they
are
hell isnt
that far
off
and heaven
is just
too far
away
when my
mind coughs
my mouth
will spray
so get
out the
way
cuz im
filled with
diseases
mushroom trips
get enhanced
with reeses
and some
oj
seeing ****
that will
make you
wanna run
away
but you
cant run
from yourself
im like
a witch
that will
melt
if i
get hit
with water
i want
that liquid
acid
**** the
blotter
that ****
is weak
i need
something strong
so i
can reach
my peak
playing
hide and
go seek
with my
own head
eventually i
will be
dead
laying in
a bed
filled with
roses
on my
way to
meet moses
cuz i
disobeyed
the lord
i couldnt
afford
to follow
the word
of christ
so he
wont be
that nice
to me
on my
judgement day
but what
can i
say
i chose
to go
the wrong
way
now i
need to
pray
that i
will be
saved
before i
go
cuz right
now
im just
an uncleansed
soul
and i
really dont
know
what will
happen
im really
only at
peace
when im
napping
so let
me sleep
thats what
i need
that will
be my
good deed
Copyright © David James | Year Posted 2013
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