Set The Record Straight

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don't tell me you feel like committing suicide sorry I can't sympathize you don't want your life you don't know what death looks like I saw a picture before crawling around on the floor didn't want to live no more Shelly called the police they were knocking at door too late I'm trying to get to heavens gate to live is to fight I cry every night no lie if you don't like your life you can take flight don't know where you'd land no doubt you'll find out in the end people tend not to believe what they don't understand I'm still venting about all past lives and reinventing every night I commit suicide with a pen in hand. turning font red for the number of times I've bled penetrating deeply tasting my tears coz their salty covers over my face coz they saw me bout to cut my wrist at the ripe age of seven I wanted to walk around heaven I wanted the right to choose too many rules vacation bible school potato chips hot dog lukewarm red kool aid it just wasn't cool " do you know why Jesus took those nails do you want to go to hell don't you want to live to have some kids" "well if I did I would've slit my wrist" B*tch I'm only 12 I seen to much sh*t grampus a goat I think Grammies a witch. mama shouts and speaks in tongue I knew she worshiped Satan though I was young she trying to keep her man with the bible in her hand. knife under my pillow hid the gun ready for war if they come I scribe how I cook a whole lot of seasoning still here must be for some kind of reasoning bearing my soul so my soul won't be lost folks are bold been told to sale my soul been to the crossroad when I felt like giving up and did not give a f*ck but for what everything has a cost the price wasn't high enough as if I have not cried enough it's getting late for me honestly I don't care about politics and idiotic chaotic Trump logic it's enogh on my plate and I ain't ate like I say it's getting late but not late enough so I'm up writing stuff like I don't want to lose my mama but if I out live her I will if so truthfully I don't know what I'd do I used to scream I hate you but I love you I never could open up to her to express myself but I know she'll be the last one to go without a will and l will be left with nothing sep't how I feel publicly published on Poetry Vibe you can think I'm just a wasting time but it keeps me alive so I can avoid being hauled off to homicide go ahead and laugh this is my GOTDAMN! story and it ain't even half. my soul susceptible I give it away for free no fee everything must go so I'll be sitting on empty when I go