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Tres Noir

To kill or be killed

Self-harm or be healed

A whole life to rebuild

Once my secrets revealed

Once every letters unsealed

And I’m exposed in the field

Of battle

Chest burns, head murked

Death rattle

Can’t handle the back and forth in my mind

The tit for tattle

And I’m sorry mama

I didn’t mean to fucking hurt you

I know you did your best and you tried to teach me virtue

“Just do it already

Why’s your hand so unsteady ?

And your stomach upsetti ?

And your breath so damn heavy ?

I thought you couldn’t wait to be dead B!”

Sunrise, sunset

In her eyes, I bet

If she found me like that she would never forget

And I’d be gone but if ghosts are real

I’d be the biggest ghost of regret

I mean even now I hate to see her upset

My little curly brunette

Growin up without a mother

She’d feel abandoned without me

Because she already thinks her father doesn’t love her

She has no sister nor brother

I’d hate to haunt her and find her desperately searching for me

By jumping lover to lover

So as painful as it is

That’s why I have to recover

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Real Life

I’m physically here but my minds gone

Tryna be strong but needin someone to lean on

I’m in so much pain, goin insane

Constantly lookin to deaden my brain

Worthless, hopeless and to my knees I fall

Suffocating behind this smile

I can’t see no light at all

All these warm bodies, all these hands

But no connections, no empathy and no real friends

All these men offerin a shoulder for my head

As if I can’t tell they just want me in their bed

All those besties who gave the forever vow

I just have one question

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YALL NOW?

Fumbling through life breaking everything I touch

Spastic and erratic, killing those I love much

Cocaine and mary jane, slit thighs for dry eyes

Hiding my deepest thoughts watching my soul die

I can’t ever escape the mess I made because the mess is me

That’s why I feel like I must fade just to set myself free