The thoughts in my head just ain't right
A simple slit of the wrists..goodnight
Who knew this is how I would come to my end
He's the smart handsome one with the killa grin
But who can understand the pain that's in my chest
Just finish off this bottle and I'm laid to rest
Never reached my peak and potential unrealized
Maybe if I call myself King I can hide the peasant inside
The thrill is gone
Soon the pills will be gone
And I can just lay back and get in a zone
I wish it didn't have to be this way
Ms. Frances should've just had an abortion on the 21st of May
Man I'm so sick of arguing and fighting
As a matter of fact I'm sick of writing...
Goodnight.
14 comments:
Whoa. You ai-ight? Whas gone on? I can guess....I think I know.....
I just followed a link from Grants Blog.You sound really upset about something.Hope it gets better for you.
Someone please call Charter!
Just playing. That was a very deep poem. I know how it is to feel as though you don't want to be here anymore. Than I realize how many people would be affected by my death. I hope that what ever is going on in your life, you handle it. I don't want to see any more of these kind of post up. However, you are showing a more personal side of yourself. Thanks for sharing. Hope everything is well.
GP's right; that was deep. But uhmmm, are you committing blogger suicide or should we be worried?
Damn, Brownsoul. Have a little compassion!....lol This is not the joking matter!....lol. Okay, okay. I am going to stop playing around.
This is serious!
This song goes out to Ddot.......
I don't care who's wrong or right
I don't really wanna fight no more
(Too much talking babe)
Let's sleep on it tonight
I don't really wanna fight no more
(Tired of all these games
*singing Tina Turner song "I Don't Wanna Fight" and Laughing Hysterically.***
No, I am not laughing at you Ddot. Just trying to brighten you up. Okay?
Brownsoul I am still cracking up on the blog suicide. Was that meant to be this funny. Damn, why does my pic have to pop up every time I leave a comment. It is irritating the crap out of me. Georgiapeach: the blog stalker!
You are a Black man.
Your mother and God chose life for you.
Respect their choice.
Appreciate their sacrifice and guidance.
Live.
And don't play like that anymore dude.
Nah, I wasn't trying to be funny. I was completely serious....my bad.
Brownsoul, girl I was just playing with you. Even though I was laughing for real. Ddot you are just sharing an old poem with us right?
Ddot! Wake up, man! We are looking for you!
I'm sending the hounds...
ddot: Like your other subjects, I am worried about you.
OK , I am sorry about my comments about interdependence. and the typo's too... but you have got to come back and at least let us know that you are ok. This poem sounded like it came from the depths of despair. I hope that it was a poem and not a good bye. I just found someone to have a good argument with. dang it. let us know you are alright OK?
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