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I love pain.
I'm worried about how it sounds,
rather than how I feel.
Truth be told I feel like I died when I realized the nice guy is doomed to a lonely life.
What I see is the story of my nearly ended life.
About a couple of times where I try to find an end to this life.
It might end with this knife,
That she shoved through my heart, when she runs away from her man as she talks to me in the dark of the night.
Telling me I'm "alright",
"God Bless".
Nigga you a mother fucking mess.
You ain't even high no more,
You better face this fucking test so you can die some more.
How many lonely lives must I live just so I can cry some more?
If I make love to this window without the substance do you think I can still fly some more?
Should I give up on finding a ride or die, and go back into hiding in my broken heart and keep living a stoic lie some more?
7 grams of pizza toppings make a nigga talk to the sky for sure.
That sill is the step to the beginning of a nihilistic path.
Rebirth and come back as an even more lonely Nigga.
8 balls til I fall with my heart out.
The way she look at me she want me to take my cock out.
Friend zone leave you prone to a fallout,
Now I have phony ass dreams about how I'm gonna ball out.
Is that what you want for a hubby?
Well now I know you will never truly love me.
99.99 and 9 percent,
I'm about to crash my soul if I don't pull down this tint.
rather than how I feel.
Truth be told I feel like I died when I realized the nice guy is doomed to a lonely life.
What I see is the story of my nearly ended life.
About a couple of times where I try to find an end to this life.
It might end with this knife,
That she shoved through my heart, when she runs away from her man as she talks to me in the dark of the night.
Telling me I'm "alright",
"God Bless".
Nigga you a mother fucking mess.
You ain't even high no more,
You better face this fucking test so you can die some more.
How many lonely lives must I live just so I can cry some more?
If I make love to this window without the substance do you think I can still fly some more?
Should I give up on finding a ride or die, and go back into hiding in my broken heart and keep living a stoic lie some more?
7 grams of pizza toppings make a nigga talk to the sky for sure.
That sill is the step to the beginning of a nihilistic path.
Rebirth and come back as an even more lonely Nigga.
8 balls til I fall with my heart out.
The way she look at me she want me to take my cock out.
Friend zone leave you prone to a fallout,
Now I have phony ass dreams about how I'm gonna ball out.
Is that what you want for a hubby?
Well now I know you will never truly love me.
99.99 and 9 percent,
I'm about to crash my soul if I don't pull down this tint.
Published 24th Dec 2019
Author's Note
When the girl you like, likes a guy who never treats her right, and she tells you as much at night, and your coping mechanisms(drugs) are no more.(sobriety). All you wanna do is get down. On some ice tea and hurt feelings.
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24th Dec 2019 7:46am
Man, this is straight from the heart. Great writing and rhymes. You definitely have some self destructive habits. Maybe she is not good for you. You should find you a girl with better taste in men, who makes you feel special, not alone... That's just my advice.
You're a good writer, by the way. Welcome to DUP :)
You're a good writer, by the way. Welcome to DUP :)
24th Dec 2019 8:49am
25th Dec 2019 10:39pm
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26th Dec 2019 7:59am
Know that feeling, but learn to love self first then the rest follows. Learn to find being alone is not loneness, & keep hope that your Queen (women) will appear just when you're not look. it's all what you think of yourself. I use a pen to vent out, maybe this site will help you too.
Blessings, my dear. Keep Hope Alive.
Blessings, my dear. Keep Hope Alive.
20th Mar 2020 1:58am
I'm so sorry that you have become the harbor of good feeling. The rain a cactus needs to hold onto. I'm sorry that I know this feeling well. The loneliness, the need for them no matter how they give themselves to you... it's like stepping on tack weeds over and over again. and welcoming the pain because it is from them. It's hard to walk away when we get used to love feeling way too similar to pain.
20th Mar 2020 1:58am
I'm so sorry that you have become the harbor of good feeling. The rain a cactus needs to hold onto. I'm sorry that I know this feeling well. The loneliness, the need for them no matter how they give themselves to you... it's like stepping on tack weeds over and over again. and welcoming the pain because it is from them. It's hard to walk away when we get used to love feeling way too similar to pain.
