Drifted

Strong... Stressed from this test... Repressed down to regress from this mess... That I've caused... Flawed and all I can do is... Call? Nah nobody listens to my visions... I've seen my mission but nobody gets it... How can I live when no one forgives... Anybody for what they did... What's the point... Pick me up a forty and roll me a tight joint... And just call it quits... because this back stabbing close friend thing is making me sick... To the point where I can't take pain as the same... Too numb to feel the pain... How can you define or describe the vibe my mind is trapped in? The question is where do I begin to address such a heavy sin... Well to those who have be found here... Lost but not found without a care to be found To reappear... This life ain't what everybody wanted it to be... So... I... Say... Set me... Free... To swerve through my lanes like I wanna be.... My walk... My priority... Leave me to be... Drifted...