๐’ซ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐’ฎ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“


Part of me is dying 

I feel the sharp ass pain while Iโ€™m crying

But Iโ€™m still trying

Nothing physical is satisfying

A soul connection is more electrifying

I know Iโ€™m toxic

Every day I am still fighting 

To release all the toxins

That make me feel psychotic

That sometimes make my thoughts feel demonic

And my life like a comic, always in a state of hypnotic

Isnโ€™t ironic?

I donโ€™t want to suffer any longer but all I do is suffer

Ironically it makes me tougher 

It helps me see my sides, all my colors

It pushes me out of my comfort

It shows me whatโ€™s really under

And it makes me wonder

Am I a precious soul or am I just another number?


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