Why

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm a kid who has seen and been through a lot and I just want to inspire others not to give up

Submitted: November 20, 2018

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Why Please help my insanity All I’m doing is bringing ruin the people I call family And help my trauma from the past Feeling like I’m falling slow but in reality I’m going so fast Spitting venom at my mama and hurting my dad I told my self not to feel so bad But what are you supposed to do when you feel this way I thought that it was nothing and I would always say I’m fine leave me alone But in my head I’m starving and eating just bones The bones that are of the past That hold me captive and keep me chained like I’m running off gas I’ll tell you the truth the gas I use is the insanity in my head The funny thing is that it only comes out as I’m laying my head to go to bed People always tell me I’m fine But in my room I drown this depression with a line A line on my wrist or line of coke Nobody would help me so that s how I cope With the depression and anger that I can’t get away from Y’all playing me like I’m a song a CD-ROM Keep using me as a punching bag And then say I’m wrong for picking up your lag You see me smile but do you see me cry No because your worried about you reaching the sky You know what I’m done don’t tell me no And that I need you, you don’t even know My question to you where you when I needed you You proved to me that you were nowhere and decided to leave when I was going nowhere All I’m asking for is a little help for my mind and take off the burdens that keep me captive inside All I have to ask at this point is why


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