Why Aren't You Sleeping ?

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I like the smell of the coke
Running deep through my throat
                    
I will never ever change
I keep on breaking
I see the world as a piece of paper
I slit my wrist on the ladder
                        
All i have is what I think of it
                    
What I feel outta all of it
Keep on crossing the line
We don't even look fine
Oh Slow Down 
                        
I'm so lone that my head hurts
I'm so hurt that my heart aches
I'm what my thoughts dictate
Write down my wanted fate
I eat these feelings to make em disappear
                
Why am I to myself such a bloody fear?
Cannot hurt you, too busy with meself dear
You don't even love yourself, right?
                
Why anybody else would?            
To my demons

You're nothing but food
All I think about these days is the divine should
Please, allow me a shut eye
I want to die but should I?
My hell pokes you to the heart
Takes you out part after part
                        
Makes you bloody, sweaty
You start to stink
Your lips turn blue
Instead of pink                    
Voices 
In my head
                    
Telling me I might be dead
My own thoughts are a threat
Man I fell in love with this negativity
Why is sadness such a comfortable activity ?
Life is so ironic                            
It makes my head ache    
                
All those smiles are dumb and fake

I'd like to meditate instead of medicate
I feel things in this cage
Only I'm weak when speaking of the stage
I'll write this story of mine page after page
                
I'm so lone that my head hurts
I'm so hurt that my heart aches
                
This morbid wish of never waking up
Always aim at excellence
Put my arms up in defense
I see the world the way I choose
What can I say: They got me them blues

Thoughts of excess                
The more I want
I get the less
Weaknesses laugh and diss
Such a whore of rotten piss                    
You make me sick weakness
I'll burn you, you'll see    
Turn this little pen into a key
I'll burn you, you'll see
Turn this little pen into a key
All my poems                     
Got too much of em
Writing became a reflex
Real wisdom's bout never

Needing to flex            
I'm not here to teach you stuff
I'm out here to leave you something like a puff
Lil bit of my soul rolled up
Lil bit of my heart poured out                
Then my mom calls

Then the sky falls
Tells me again
My Brother has shut down
I see her face                        
She frowns
I see her smile
It dies
I see her eyes
She lies
                        
All my poems
Got too much of em
Writing became a reflex
Real wisdom's bout never needing to flex
I'm not here to teach you stuff                
I'm out here to leave you something like a puff
Lil bit of my soul rolled up
Lil bit of my heart poured out

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