The Jester is crying, bring the guillotine!

Today's squeeze.
Who's tomorrow's?
Tuesday,
Friday,
Sunday,
Shit!
Who am I?
Toy number?
Where's my serial number?
I feel broken.
Apparently you ain't care enough to offer assurance to this tool.
Now they sit here a fool,
Waiting on You.

Never happen.
Loose hope
On wasted dreams,
Wasted me!

Powering you.
I'm a tool.
Battery.
Always almost out,
But you can get enough for your day.
I'm burned wanting you to treat me like a human instead of a convenient toy for play.

I shouldn't have notify you that a nigga still breathing, wishing to talk to you.
Let me go.
Or I'll go away.
Never comeback,
I don't have to stay.

There's an ocean waiting to further engulf me.
Why sink in your pit of sand?
Palm of your hands.
My heart and my soul.
I want it back.
You truly don't know what to do with it,
That other shorty could use it bad.

If I went wraith forever would you even care?
Nope.
Not the same when you abuse the bottom of the barrel!

Shit, I'm a human too.
 

I sit here in anxiety.
Hopeless, that I will subconsciously try my hardest to remain a fool.
One of your many tools.

Is it cause I'm built like steel?
Was it the sex appeal?
Igneous is my candor for you,
Until you piss on my flame,
Cause you don't care to heal.


Got a nigga asking, "am I even worth something?
"Are you stupid or something"?
No worth, since birth,
Should take the path of a lemming.
And actually help the Earth.
Cause the anguish is wretched,
You seemingly make it worse.

It feels like it done scrambled up my intestines trying to steal my heart.

You feel like you done scrambled up my intestines trying to break me down.


World goes around,
You just doing your part.

The way you know I'm around I wish I didn't engage when you made your start.

I'm reciprocating everything the same from here on out.