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No light in my head.

Sometimes my mind slips into a depressive state. It's like death is catching up to me and I can't  wait, doctors prescribing me pills for my mental state. If help is coming for me it comes to late.  The reaper don't  scare me, can anyone relate.   Sometimes death seems like relief, from all my misery and all  my grief.    The streets made me cold, so
 I don't  know  if I am man or beast.  I was born in hell's kitchen, and the devil himself can't stand the heat.    
Everyday I am fighting demons, we are at war I can't sleep at night I can hear them screaming.  I never sleep because I don't have time for dreaming.
  I picture guns in my hands, both smoking, hot and steaming.   Lord I created a bloodline  I pray you didn't curse my semen.  
I can't  lie I was born ready to die. I am grounded here, I don't  have two wings to fly. Two eyes deprived of  two tears to cry.
  Just maybe love would come and save me.  But lost love seem to be the pill that drove me crazy.  If loves find me again, I  pray it doesn't drown me.  Ii just saves me and bathes me.   I don't  believe  no one died for my sins. Jesus died on a cross and I nailed to my pen.
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