"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Meticulous in thought during moments my mind should be blank.Moments where my hands should be moving faster than a heart beat speeding up from a lack of funds,Gone away in smoke burning blunt after blunt.But,There's just so much pressure on my shoulders.Feels like the weight of everything I must do is crushing me as I... Continue Reading →
Numb where I thought I'd never be.A temple disturbed by pressure I've refused to remove from my shoulders… "Got to get the next buck…I just,Need to know that I can eat tonight and the next…" Yet,All I can think of is,Cutting off each strap from a backpack scuffed by each of my attempts to either... Continue Reading →
How do you just, Let go? Or, Move on? Some things just feel like a stainless steel knife penetrating your rib cage. And, Most of the time you'll feel like keeping it lodged inside, Worried it'll bleed out and kill you if it isn't... Seem to ask the same question over, And over again. How... Continue Reading →
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