I am aware that this may not flow, I wrote it while listening to a beat but not necessarily to the beat. This was simply my way of venting emotion, even though it is NOWHERE near my best. Keep this in mind, this to me is more of a creative writing piece than a poem or a rap. It does NOT ALWAYS FLOW!

I’m trying my hardest to keep my composure,

Flowing through a list of overly depressive emotions,

I’m open to suggestions, no I’m not

I’m resting my case here, Giving in to every fear,

every lie and every tear,

That’s ever come my way, I break today,

fuck the world, fuck everything,

Fuck the game, Fuck the people playing,

curse em all to hell and be done with it,

I’m done with this shit,

the lying undermining bastards, hope they dying,

As I’m crying, poking holes in their voodoo dolls,

they laugh while I fall,

Well I laugh as they crawl away in blood and bawl,

think I’m joking? I’m really hoping not,

I’m throwing bastards every where I’m going,

They toying with my emotions, I toying with they lives,

They future don’t look bright at the end of my knife,

It won’t help to cry, it just makes me smile,

As I line the corpses up into a body pile.

And compared to what I’m really feeling this shits mild.