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I smoked all the good ones

Crap is left in this pack

I wanna kill them all

My anger might let me attack

To all who said I couldn’t do what I wanted fuck you for doubting who I am

To all who said I wasn’t good enough… in front of you is where I stand.

To all who thought I was crazy

You were right I am

I am not a killer

But I have the anger of one

I have this pain

My father says “I’ve been angry for so long”

Okay. so what? fuck him

He made me what I am

He made me want to kill everything that ever tried to hurt me

And he is on that list

He the man that birthed me

I give him no props all he did was lay on his back

It’s my mother who pushed me out of her womb

For hours I would relax in her lap

It’s my mother who been there wiping my ass as I toddler when I couldn’t reach

It’s my mother and I that used to go to Hellshire beach

It’s my mother who told me as a child don’t play with bleach

So I don’t care if dem waan call her thief

My father never tried to reach out

Or maybe he did and it was just too late

By that time you couldn’t justify “being there” just because you had a little birthday party when I was eleven and you bought a cake.

Sometimes I think my father was so fake

Sometimes I hate him for everything he’s done.

Yet I don’t hate him at all

Because from him I was sprung.

People sometimes make so many mistakes and don’t learn from them

Then they live to regret the things they’ve done.

My father I’m sure regrets treating his kids and wife like shit.

Now his life isn’t worth a drop of spit.

I cried the day my aunt told me

He contemplated suicide

But I felt a connection

Because for once we had something in common

I can’t believe I said that

But this is a poem

And that’s how I feel.

I’m not pretending to be perfect.

THIS IS LIFE!!!!

I AM REAL!!!

I wanna fall so hard that I can break my mind

Then I can stop thinking the hideous thoughts that make me so unkind.

I am heartbroken by him, and him, and him.

The three that broke my heart the most.

I wonder do they even know?

I’m wilding out!

I’m on some Romeo and Juliet type shit.

Lord please forgive me

I don’t mean to sin.

I’m leaving now

More unconscious than before

Drown the screams in liquor

But never touch the pain of drugs

I will be okay without either one

Tonight my only drug

Is the thought of being okay

I’ll loose myself in that feeling

Until I am okay.