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Chasing A High

My hands shake, stomach aches, mind breaks, holding the gun thinking about all my mistakes. I’m coming undone, never said this rap would be fun, I’ve only just begun this shit might get me shunned. I’d give a fuck but I got none, fought my demons but they won, I can’t get outta this rut, I got a bad feeling in my gut, cut ties to the world, alone in my head with the door locked shut, crying on the bathroom floor, sick of this internal war, it’s a losing battle with the devil keeping score, dark thoughts getting harder to ignore, starting to wonder what the fuck I’m even fighting for? Does anyone even know anymore. Everyday feels like a chore. My mama told me to pray ask god to show me the way, I tried, confessed all my sins i swore I’d never say, made a promise to obey, that was yesterday and today is just as fucked up as every other day. If anyone asked I won’t lie and say I’m okay, why try to deny the depression I feel inside, l’m numb to cry, to scared to give up and die, I think my brain is fried, too many years chasing a high
Written by Lo_bedda (Lo Lo)
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