But i think i shoud consider singing a new song.
My life is hectic as i thought.....
Cant cook, cant clean cant use the pot.
I sit here tired stressed, and sad.
cuz all i've left is a crowd who's mad.
Cuz i dont chill and i dont hang
and i dont play and i wont sang.
Because my all is all in me
and the little bit i have left, u see
is used for sleep and used for song
and used for dreams(that dont last long)
So if u think its not ur day.
Be blessed and pray, your not my way.
Cuz like the stom that washes by
and stormy winds that blow up high.
My life is crazy and a stress.
And thought im cute....im still a mess!!!








What up?!
Are you gonig to put that poem you made in your jounral down as an actual deviation? Because I liked it.
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Life is fun with weapons!!!!
Yourself?
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