I hear breaths being taken, some first some last.
People leaving quickly, some say that they passed...
O hw much i h8 da world it treats me lik friggin...
Jealous
me...
At first i made you my priority
i would promise to keep you near...
F'uck you Miss America
F'uck your f'ucking guns...
I wrote this poem a few years ago about this...
[It wouldn't let me post it anywhere else...
If playas gonna play you better not play me
Cause I'll kick your a** to the curb tell you how...
You say that you are much happier now
being held in another's arms...
If i cut myself
would you think i am Emo...
Look at me and tell me what you see,
Cause when i see me i see pain...
The way that you touched me sent tears to my eyes.
I was only 10, i didnt know ny better...
Chillin with the homiez
in the caddilac...