SELF PLEASE DEPRESSED PPL
well i tell you what
depression is hot
when you can control
the words from your hole
not the one that counts
or there abouts
haven't felt this way in 9 years
letting go of all my fears
was it an illusion , i think so
one truth wrapped in a lying bow
it's still a certain lie i believe
long before the depression wil leave
self-medication only works for so long
previously stuck on meth & the bong
trying effortlessly to be numb
i want the pain to survive it
not remain a victim like a twit
does this make sense to anyone?
entered that building after it's gone
they put up a parking lot
instead of being a robot
succumbing to hell i have done
and heaven is waiting for me to come
not done on this earth yet i guess
just going to do my very best
forgive and forget i don't think so
might make sense to them head to toe
i have my own may to let go
instead of listening to the mo
deep inside of me i want too
for me to piece together the clue
there's one left i need to survive
rather than buzzing he bee hive
do you like the truth i write?
can you see the wrong and right?
it's all actions not thoughts now
if you choose to take a bow
to ultimate truth waiting for you
i've got it clearly so how do you do?
just a short poem to publish out there
while everyone misses their care bear
teathered mine was 'til i met the end
then born again and sent around the bend
the new me starts and ends with a new name
see the new name was deliberately a game
i play to save the unsaveable and those in denial
whether their names be joel jamie or kyle
i'll end for now so don't miss my truth alone
just throw those dogs a brand new bone
make yourself feel good anyway you can
i'll be here to give you and your mind a hand
never forget me or yourself and you'll go far
soon we'll all be in that beautiful spa
screw the past we're in the present more so
while the future is waiting for us to give it a go...
Tommy Luca$$$
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