I have no money so
Why do you people keep running from me is it because im a street pauper with the ladies Sweet talker born a urchin Whose always been hurting while
Searching for an answer but all they did to me ever since I was a kid They kept rubbing Dirt in my face spitting Venomous words so much I still can Taste the poison bitter
And hazardous there was no reason for what happened to us feeling the daggers being raised getting ready to stab us in the back just like our dreams watching them pop like balloons ruining
Any future chances of hope so I take off my coat Of armor you people can no longer do any harm to me Im ready to die calmly I raised my self in to this one man made army but its these nightmares that tears
My soul apart taking the goodness away from my torn heart trying to survive in the dark waiting for you to spark a light so I can start a fight with my conscience
The consequence will be fatal right now I don't care mentally unstable Im able for death when he comes to get me its gonna be like following the sun in to hell a new light sights I hope there's a pen so I can begin again
until then here's where
I.ll. Remain crippled by the pain and anxiety of society has done to me
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I've had a lot of pain and trauma in my life. Forgiveness is a wonderful thing