My Thoughts


Last few years, shit got deep.

The mountains got steep.

Nobody knew what I was going through

Real life problems

and I didn’t know how to solve them.

felt like I was under pressure

trying to disarm a bomb.

Ever felt so miserable

you hate the sound of the alarm?

In the morning

heart was constantly beating

at a fast pace rate.

Ignoring my stomach growling

because I felt like I had no escape

out of a bad situation.

The frustration and hate

intensifies only more

when you accept misery

instead of trying to change it.

Mind was insipid.

I kept quite

I held my composure,

but on the inside

I was livid.

I seen the ones I loved

as role models

turn into hypocrites.

Ever got hurt so bad by the opposite sex

you thought all women are bitches?

Ever got so hurt so bad by the opposite sex

You thought all men ain’t shit?

What keeps myself going?

Remind myself everything happens

for a reason.

But felt like I was lying to myself

because the humble ones

receive the most attention and drama

without any explanation.

The day, week, month and season changes

but the pain remains constant.

Stuck on bullshit

I felt constipated.

I compare myself to a mouse

in a house.

Ever heard the term

“quiet as a mouse”?

Cartoons portrays mice

as if their innocent

but in reality at midnight

behind the walls

they make loud noises

all night gnawing and clawing.

I am quiet, minding my business

but up all night overthinking.

Overthinking so much

for a second I thought

I was nocturnal.

I refused to invite company

when facing misery.

I refuse to bring anybody

in the lake of fire with me.

Thoughts were bigger than a grizzly.

Beer kept me from doing

something crazy ironically.

One at a time I started

devouring beer bottles a minute.

Instead of the bible

Heineken was my weapon,

Corona was my idol,

Budweiser was my hero.

On the dresser nothing but empty bottles

and this was the affect

since there was nothing on cable.

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I shed a puddle of tears.

My bed received more rainfall

then the month of April.

I wished stories of people

getting their hearts broken

were only fables.

The ghetto is filled with people

with real talent

and most politicians are ignorant,

sucking d*ck to make it.

In this world

You have to fake it

until you make it.

Then when you make it,

you have to fake it more.

People make it difficult

for you

When you are completely honest.

Now think about it

I respect the truth more than deceit

but honor and loyalty can

End you up in a cemetery.

So is honesty overrated?

I don’t know, maybe

Fear in your heart

Will have lying

So much

That you think it’s a blessing

and the truth is a sin.

Some people won’t admit it

but to some, the devil

Is feared more than God.

We underestimate God’s power

and refuse to cower.

Rumors on social media

receive more attention

then family members.

Technology is the slave driver

to today’s generation.

It press its feet on the minds

of the innocent

until the innocent is out of gas

and now stuck on stupid.

but no excuses.

Technology is not the scapegoat,

because people always been ruthless,

The only difference is because of social media

We are exposed quicker

but the demons been exist.

They were once angels in heaven.

However, here is a question,

Can someone describe the view

of heaven?

What if everybody living was aborted

and every baby that was once aborted

had a chance to live life?

What would be the outcome of life?

What would be the percentage of crime?

When is the end of time?

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