Deep Diary

My sister don’t care
 

My brother he don’t care
 

I’m in the shadow of their
 

Atmosphere
 

I see what they do
 

I see what was done to me
 

Cruelty
 

I still find myself in their
 

Company
 

I’m not their cup of tea
 

They still send for me
 

I ask my God to cover me
 

I always sit around writing my
 

Poetry
 

Shut the door
 

I’m high on dopamine
 

In my brain
 

Cut a vein bleed out my
 

Suffering
 

My pain & everything
 

It’s not my battle
 

It’s my mamas
 

Sin
 

I can’t stuff it in
 

Disturb my peace
 

I still got my
 

Zen
 

Unscrew the top
 

I need my
 

Medicine
 

I keep it locked
 

I don’t let ‘em in