Untitled 2352- cuts

Untitled 2352- cuts

 

This cuts too deep for some band aid solution.

This cuts too breached for some half assed solution.

I see you laughing at my pain glad you find this shit amusing.

I'm so stressed and worried that I find this shit confusing.

I confess I'm a mess and it's slightly amusing.

But I digress it's a mess and it's not musing.

Pieces of my intellect fall to the ground and conjure up dust like a biblical swarm of ants.

And yes I do rant but what I say isn't meant to insight a withdrawal.

You heard a lot about me but ain't heard it all.

And yes I'm endorsed by all my flaws.

Listen close cuz this will be one hella of a call.

Don't hold your breath cuz you'll lose it all.

Misery on my face look close it says it all.

But why should I waste time when you'll just undermine it all.

Several blades to my wrist call it just a close call.

Twelve seconds short would've ended it all.

The torment of a gifted writer; got the luck of the draw.

Generated 12 story ideas while I put on my "draws".

I'll end it here cuz I boast and that's not all.

My soul shifts from my being.

And so rises us all.

 

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