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I'm Fucked

Why does bad shit happen to good people?
Like I’m mad happy
But internally I feel so fucking depressed and crappy
Totally empty inside,
eyes bloodshot from throwing, crying and dying inside
Broken like a record,
beyond repair
Life’s got me by a death grip with my own despair
Can’t cut you off,
hands tied to my back
 
Restrained from civil liberties
All under life’s scrutiny
Hate more inside than the outside
Mirror reflects a disfigured member
Hope to one day I’ll be able to peel off this mask of insanity
 
Open the sanctuary gates of hell with my tears
Sorrow so powerful it tames hell fire to a steamy fear
Eyes bloodshot,  
damn near blind
Cauliflower ears,
 too deaf to hear
Bullshit
 
How do you keep your head up when it’s been guillotined
Pity party
Smarty's tardy
Can’t go to a party with a gun to your fallen head  
Contemplation of suicide even though you're dead
 
Whoops I dropped it,
I’ve dropped a bomb  
I’ve dropped the bomb on these bitches who keep getting in my way
Fearful of the ghouls they bring in and keep praying them away
Insides splattered on the walls,
Scrape them all off with hate
 
 
My brains on the ceiling screaming help me
When all you had to do was listen and helped me pray the bad away
I’ve been hurting inside,
And Papa passed away
Each day helps me decide when it will me my reaping day
 
Tick- Tock the rat ran up the clock
getting into business it wasn’t supposed to
Oh snap
Rats trapped,
Broken neck,  
Cracked back
Busted eye looks like Cherry Pie
Rat poison everywhere
Luring out these rat bitches who slither with the snakes
 
The type who picked the forbidden fruit from the tree
Orchard built on a graveyard tasting the evil souls that hurt and tests me
Tasted so good,
Tasted so sweet
But God took it away and they began to dry heave
Sweats and shakes
Fighting your demons with all those other snakes
Walking on eggshells to not get bit
Slither by my hell hounds be cautious don’t wake them
Let them be safe, sleep, and sound so you won't be forsaken
Written by lesbian_poet (Noni)
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