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They gone romanticize the death until they meet it hand to hand

I sincerely feel that I am dying slow
Drink myself into oblivion I coast
Out of this instance let me float
Manifest my own existence
Just to prove it’s not a hoax
But proof is only to myself so what’s this fight worth? 
Let me know
So would it be okay if I admit that I’m afraid?
Never more than now, this was never how 
I pictured I would seal my fate
Haven’t slept a solid night in ages
Haven’t felt no motivation
Haven’t found a way to channel all my pain

Except to scribble all these lines for time and time again
It never ends
It bleeds out of my heart and filters through the pen
Tell me how you think it’s gunna end
I’ll write the story for the fans
They gon romanticize the death until they meet it hand to hand
I still aint got no money
Still ain’t got nobody here to touch my body
Still tryna get a grip but my hands are bloody
If it’s lonely at the top then I’m gon stay down at the bottom
Let them underestimate, I lie in wait, and then I got em 

Im gon live it up, but I ain’t living right
I give you pain I give you pleasure ima a cenobite
Know I’m all around you even though we know it’s been a while
Tell me your desires, i prioritize, push all my shit aside
I know that
Everything bout everything pits us against each other
It’s so hard to keep a friend when y’all both struggling for structure
Light at the end of the tunnel, so close I reach out and touch it
The grass is always greener except when there’s no color to judge it

I said fuck it, my end is coming
No running end of discussion
I’m functioning under pressure
Becoming what I was scared of
Been treating myself as lesser
Both victim and the aggressor
They can’t hurt me if I never leave this place
And nowadays
They tried to tell me talk to god
But I think I’m beyond his patience 
When they demonstrate the hate
I give violence for compensation
I’m quiet but I’m impatient
Don’t guard your plate ima take it
Be lying if ain’t say 
I’m fed up wit the fakes

Yeah I’m getting drunk tonight
Yeah I’m all alone
Ain’t nobody love me ain’t nobody picking up my calls 
And that’s alright
All I need is just some 40s and a bong
Couple feet pics to my phone
Not defeated, if I’m breathing then I’m home
I fall asleep and then I’m gone
If you pleading then you’re wrong
If you hear this know I mean all that I bleed into these poems
Demons creeping in my dreams, I’ve seen the omens now I know
All my time is running out so I sincerely feel that I am dying slow

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