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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Its finally finished PUPPET STRINGS Faith has me weary Fate has me weak Hate has me fearing Every time that I breathe Does anyone hear me I sit and I scream Scratching and I'm tearing Myself at my seams It seems I'm grasping And grabbing Instead im dragging Then gasping Is this real Is it happening Because I feel Myself lapsing My mental walls Collapsing From my sinful ways Of crafting My demons keep on Stacking yes packing Up this rage Backing me in this cage Laughing at my pain Feels like they keep stabbing Gnawl bite teeth gnashing Till I scream Addiction has me This fiction drags me What a predicament That has me this Puppetier and his strings Controlling every single thing Every motion of my being Just hoping For better luck coping With what I feel What I know is real I hate that I love What I know is bad Seriously c'mon What the hell Delirious I'm compelled Overall overwhelmed By coming up out of My shell that hit Right on the head Of the nail Inspite of my regrets I've tried yeah That you can bet Saved my soul With my own Personal respect how's that. becoming heartless i try my hardest reguardless ive broke myself down respect gone neglect is all ive been shown regret time has flown im chilled to the bone keep killn myself with this dope hanging on a rope just give myself false hope suspended by strings I float cant feel my throat numb from all the coke and blow i chose to smoke na i dont think lifes a joke I jus always choose the wrong road And that in itself Has me on A tite wire rope A fire in my soul Like the ember From a burning Coal in a stove. 3-25-21 Joseph Earl Coalson
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