POEM: Self Control
- POEMS
This can’t be real,
You said not to steal.
Lord you know how I feel.
No food on my plate,
No job, can’t be late.
No hope for me now…..
Gun shots, pow.
Just wanna die,
No direction to try.
I have no father,
Mom said don’t bother.
She can’t pay the bills,
Said life is just thrills.
Reapers on the loose,
For my substance abuse.
Beggin for a dollar,
u hear my demons hollar?
I need a fix.
This is my mix.
You died for my sin,
Devil won’t win.
There is no love,
When push comes to shove.
This is how I feel.
This life can’t be real.
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