Poetry & Self-Awareness

These memories are fucking up my zen

I’m in desperate need of some remedies

It’s slowly killing my essence

Like I haven’t learned my lessons

Long time ago

How do I let all this go?

Have you ever felt trapped?

All wrapped up

I need to snap out of it

Fuck it, tuck it, suck it up

It’s time to fuck shit up

I’m done with all this sad shit

All these fucked up memories

They began to control all my energies

To an extremity

It was weakening me

Sickening me

Secreting me

I’ve begun to awaken

I’ve been slowly breaking

All these chains

I no longer want to feel the anger in my veins

I no longer want to feel all this pain

I ain’t no longer fucking with it

If it ain’t gains