Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Sitting here smokin this square tryin to think back to when shit was more clear. I've lost myself since then... feelin like a "has been". All these what ifs floatin around in my mind like what if I didn't hate life or what if I loaded that clip in and put that 9 to my mind and just blasted it? Would my family still love me then? 

These dark thoughts,they eat at me. When i look in the mirror i can easily see,see that what was once me aint lookin back at me. Instead i see what everyone must have knew what would become of me, nothing. 

This fire I'm spittin ain't aimed at a target,its just a lil piece of me and what plays on in my mind when it's just me,myself and i,which is usually,99 percent of the time. My heart hurts and my mind plays tricks on me,this ain't a different me,this is the real me,these thoughts, I call em the fuckin demons in me. 

                       -babylove91