Here we go again
I’m talking to myself
Tryna find better help
For this mental health

But when I speak
These insecurities hit below the belt
And it’s killing me

World so gassed up,
Im choked
It gets Harda to breathe,
Suffocation,

Where’s the dedication
Tryna find the remedy,

Drown in the medication
Exercise the demons I'm facing
I'm bleeding and I’m breaking

So much self-hating,
All my life I’ve been waiting
For salvation, I stand up and then I sit
Then my mind starts racing
Tryna forget

The pain from the trauma
Ready to explode at any given minute
And I said I’ll give one hundred and ten percent
But I never gave any of it

Put my mind to something
But then I pipe down
Open my mouth
Only to swallow my own words
Then I go around,
Completely dumb...
Found-ed

My happiness comes and goes
Because misery loves to
Surround it
And I’m ...surrounded

With all these ideas I never wished, for

Every day I pray for this depression to fly away,
Knocking on heaven’s door

But who can answer
The door won’t open
So I’m stuck in the front and I banter
Complain in the rain
From my pain
I’m insane,
Im in vain,
What’s my name

I don’t know,
Any ’mo
Lost myself so long ago,
Split my veins

Let the blood -
Trickle from my body and watch it flow

Drink it up in a chalice,
It’s laced with malice,
Lift the rock from my shoulder,
Am I the one they call atlas?
Pour a bottle,
Which one of us can drink it up the fastest?

Run away from the problems,
Save it for tomorrow
What’s one more day?
That I borrow,
I'm no stranger to sorrow

So why the fuck would I ever need the limelight

I couldn’t even rhyme right, Do you even know what I’m like?

I Look into the mirror and say you’re not the one that I like

Am I right?

I just write all this shit down so people could know How I feel

So I keep a smile on my face cuz’ the strong ones never squeal
And let’s be real

The silent ones are always the killers
But it’s themselves they eventually kill

Yes, I’m sick, I’m sicker than sick so I’m ill, but it’s not the way that you think
I don’t write for the thrills, I don’t write for a meal, nor to endorse a mil

Yes, I know that I got skills, and Yes I can go pop some pills
But that ain’t the help I need

It’s about me moving my feet,
When its draggin me down,
I’m huffing and puffin
Too many voices,
It’s getting kinda loud,
Wit not to many choices and it’s starting to bum me out

People use poetry to find beauty in life
I use poetry to pull me out, whenever shit just ain’t right

Put the vice down, cry it out if you gotta, take a breather and walk it out

Lonely nights is where you grow even when no one else knows