I'm tossing and turning...
Twisting and mentalling hurting, my mind is burning I'm already fucking cursing!
I hate writing it's blistering and confusing when my hands shake constantly it's hard to do anything without being so clumsy!
Pass the pills I need it to keep me still without trying to break the shield that protects me from insanity!
Pass the medications I need it more than just meditation, I don't care if it kills me as long as I'm still breathing and writing!
Daddy! what can you do to help me?!
Mommy! what can you do to save me?!
Let me do poetry it's my medication, rhyming is my religion... It ain't a treason to do it for a reason, only killing and hurting other people who stood in front of me and telling me to wallow into my own shadows, now if poetry never existed I wouldn't be that person you see today... so they better pray for their last rites to be standing in my way to say to step down.
The Doctors told me to stop doing what I do because it's over coming and controlling me, so I grabbed a knife and started stabbing repeatedly without ending my killing spree. So this is what it means to be a maniac without a trace or a track that plays back to back and snaps because all it does is replay, and say the same shit again!
Poetry is my medicine so don't tell me to stop because I'll kill you with my wicked rhymes and versed-out lines,
that is my prior prime that I stick too every time when I'm about to commit a crime.
Poetry is what I need to keep breathing.
Poetry is what I need to keep me sane.
Poetry is everything I need to find my faith or fate on paths I take.
By: Ink-less
Poetry is my medicine...
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