****WARNING!! : Strong language and Situations****


A thought is the outcome of thinking, a mere insightful existence,
Of one’s true being. It is the feelings that have the persistence.
How does one define a vision, that appears to be blurred,
And you know something is there, you are positive it occurred.
How can you forget, how do you move on?
How does one numb the pain without a drink and a bong?
I won’t cry anymore! I won’t lie anymore! I can’t die anymore!
I will not love you anymore. I will hate and forget you forevermore.
You said you loved me, but it was all a sham.
You took away my dignity and destroyed everything I am.
You’d look at me with a smirk, you’d look right into my eyes.
And every time you touched me. Another part of me died.
I looked up to you, I did every thing you would ask.
I did what I was told. I did every task.
You betrayed me! Cheated on me! You violated me!
I was blinded by your statute. You took away my eyes. I could not see.
Leader, role model, head crew for the TPK.
I cursed myself and wished not to live another day.
You left me once, I hated you but I cried.
You said you loved me again and then you fuck’n lied.
I wished you dead! I hated you so much.
I screamed aloud, never betraying you as such.
I burnt your photo and wished you to hell.
It would be easier that way, I’d never have to tell.
I wished and I wished. I discovered wishes do come true.
You drowned your sorry ass! No more me and you.
I dank a cask one wine it numbed all my pain.
14 years old. It is you who I blame.
I tagged your name. R.I.P Juice, at peace you shall be.
Writing that haunted my soul, because all you did was hurt me.
The other boys turned there eye. And stated I didn’t exist.
I proved them wrong. I did nothing but persist.
I’ll show you prick’s, that yes I am tough! I can play your game.
I left with a black eye. I won. And now I was full of shame.
I helped them hurt others. I did a really bad thing.
I didn’t get out before I let it begin.
I think of my life. Fuck dude I’m 27.
I live with my memories while you lap it up in heaven.
I believe I live in hell, I can not be free
Life is just a thought and it’s trapped inside of me.

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