Runnin'
• Written by Devon
let it pour you, need not explore.
But its too late, Im gone runnin,
I lack to speak, "Then why you here to preach?"
Feelins are what im here to leak.
Wait what, don't get touchy,
Stop asshole, hold up here my story,
It slice, cut, and fuck up my wrists.
The pain unbearable, my thoughts comparable.
"Whatever your not the only one,"
Okay then Line up whit this
Abuse, Physical and mental.
Anxiety, you still follow?
Please look up 'Lie'
Now multiply that by ten,
But I aint ever givin in, pull threw.
Fuck my feelings, I dont need you no more.
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Devon
Member since January 1 2014