Void.
Void.
Jul 30, 2017 · 2 min read

Hanging.


It's over.
Last night was last rites for me.
Drinking wray and nephew, no chaser please.
Couple pretty girls shaking their ish cos they like to tease,
But I feel awks, so I move like trees and leave.

And im like...
"Courts you're a big man uno"
"im trying but anxiety is a mad ting bro"
Its like that, back n forth, a war in my head
One side loves life the other wants to be dead
I meant it all, you get me ? Ive said what ive said but all these feelings multiply when you leave me on read.

I get mad, i lose it, I can only see red.
I lash out, head loss, depression and whispers of death.
I talk tough, till i roll up and get out of my head and all this shit dissipates then i collapse in my bed, its like im 2 people, maybe even 3 or 4,

And each of us are all tryna squeeze through this door, and cos of this, confusion is right at my core, leaving me fucked up, tripped out and flat on the floor.

Ive been away for a minute, thought I heard some kind of future calling but it was just a past me, reminding me that I said by 25 I'd be balling, whats mad is, i must've misread the taunting cos deep down hes right ive done nuttin but bawling.

I dont even know what it is that im trying to say, these are thoughts live from a hangover after a bad day, after a bad week, after a bad month. It's these kind of thoughts that turn me into a cunt.

Void.

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