Dark sense of view
I've been told I have a dark sense of of view.
I tell them you would to if you been what I've been through.
No love at home
No hugs and kisses goodbye
Everytime someone left I thought I would die.
Because it hurt so bad I wanted to cry.
That's when the walls went up
I couldn't allow my heart to be cut up
I'd rather die..
So I became a shell to try and survive living hell.
Do you know what it's like to cry yourself to sleep while you mom sleeps with her new man loudly?
Turns out he was only in it for me but that's another story for another time.
This is my outlet all I can do is rhyme.
This isn't no telephone call so keep your dime. I might give you a penny for your thoughts for a piece of mine.
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