YDK

YDK · 10-12-2014, 02:29 AM

He's sitting on the precipice and feeling a bit depressed I guess,
Debating his existence while deciding if he should exit; yes.
Momentary relapses, reactions turn to paths with no recourse,
No mental resources left, his stresses turn to remorse.

This is horse shit, speaking in third person with no cussin
Ignoring character development like I ain't the topic of discussion.
My mind states minimizing how I'm feelin inside,
So I stop criticizing my mental and just take it in stride.
I'm feeling self-conscious but it ain't out weighing my pride,
So I sit an debate between dying and just staying alive.
I like to reach heights where I'm one with the sky,
And dream of falling downward with the sun in my eyes.
I've had ppl offer to help me but it's always the same script,
Acting like they know me but forgetting what my name is,
I've been at the top, touched clouds and heated them with flame spits
But the world's a lot colder when your back meets the pavement.
Now I'm back to the everyday going insane shit,
Where I try to rectify my problems without making the changes.
I dream of living the high life,
While snorting a perc an swigging a high-life,
Dream of taking chances whenever the times right,
But the best chance I ever had is already past in hindsight.
Now just look at how I'm dealing,
I gotta couple bills I'm ignoring while I'm chilling,
Puffin on a blunt blowing smoke up to the ceiling
Then it all falls down, kanye, no feelins.
Its hard to subtract myself from every equation,
When I'm the one causing problems without justification.
My girl looks at me like I don't love her enough,
But the truth is I'm exhuasted and don't fuck her enough.
I'm working 8 ta 5 then its 2 to 11, and I still ain't got shit that's why the fuck I'm stressing.
Paying for rent and diapers is my main checks concern,
So that engagement ring I got her may get returned.
Now that shit ain't about love its all about necessity,
But I know she'll think less of me if I keep spending excessively.
My psyches fucked up so excuse my crudeness,
I'm tired of excuses so show me where the truth is!
F is for failure and I'm not accepting it, bye!
So I'm kicking f outta my life like I been living a lie!
The epitome of my dreams is just reaching a spot,
About halfway from the top like the thick of a plot.
Where I can rest my body and let my mental rejuvenate,
Without drinking to forget and sniffing shit till I'm closing weight.
2 kids relying on me, I'm Clark Kent for their sake,
Time is my kryptonite and it's eating away at my cape.
I do all that I can as a man with a family and few options,
Reaching the peak of my happiness exceeding my daily allotment.
I been through too much bad shit but my journey aint hapless
So I'll keep climbing till I cant, and my body collapses.

10-12-2014, 02:29 AM	#3
YDK ghost in the matrix Join Date: Apr 2013 Location: Covington, KY Posts: 4,563 Battle Record: 14-25 Champed - Art of Writing League (x2) - Lime Green Poetry Association Rep Power: 8181112	He's sitting on the precipice and feeling a bit depressed I guess, Debating his existence while deciding if he should exit; yes. Momentary relapses, reactions turn to paths with no recourse, No mental resources left, his stresses turn to remorse. This is horse shit, speaking in third person with no cussin Ignoring character development like I ain't the topic of discussion. My mind states minimizing how I'm feelin inside, So I stop criticizing my mental and just take it in stride. I'm feeling self-conscious but it ain't out weighing my pride, So I sit an debate between dying and just staying alive. I like to reach heights where I'm one with the sky, And dream of falling downward with the sun in my eyes. I've had ppl offer to help me but it's always the same script, Acting like they know me but forgetting what my name is, I've been at the top, touched clouds and heated them with flame spits But the world's a lot colder when your back meets the pavement. Now I'm back to the everyday going insane shit, Where I try to rectify my problems without making the changes. I dream of living the high life, While snorting a perc an swigging a high-life, Dream of taking chances whenever the times right, But the best chance I ever had is already past in hindsight. Now just look at how I'm dealing, I gotta couple bills I'm ignoring while I'm chilling, Puffin on a blunt blowing smoke up to the ceiling Then it all falls down, kanye, no feelins. Its hard to subtract myself from every equation, When I'm the one causing problems without justification. My girl looks at me like I don't love her enough, But the truth is I'm exhuasted and don't fuck her enough. I'm working 8 ta 5 then its 2 to 11, and I still ain't got shit that's why the fuck I'm stressing. Paying for rent and diapers is my main checks concern, So that engagement ring I got her may get returned. Now that shit ain't about love its all about necessity, But I know she'll think less of me if I keep spending excessively. My psyches fucked up so excuse my crudeness, I'm tired of excuses so show me where the truth is! F is for failure and I'm not accepting it, bye! So I'm kicking f outta my life like I been living a lie! The epitome of my dreams is just reaching a spot, About halfway from the top like the thick of a plot. Where I can rest my body and let my mental rejuvenate, Without drinking to forget and sniffing shit till I'm closing weight. 2 kids relying on me, I'm Clark Kent for their sake, Time is my kryptonite and it's eating away at my cape. I do all that I can as a man with a family and few options, Reaching the peak of my happiness exceeding my daily allotment. I been through too much bad shit but my journey aint hapless So I'll keep climbing till I cant, and my body collapses. __________________