Acceptance and Clarity
I’ve come to realize and accept that I’m probably going to die young. I’ve always loved the saying “Live fast, die young”. In fact that saying is made for people like me.
Suicidal Thoughts
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’ abortion She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin’ on her chest just to stop my fuckin’ hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My babies’ mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2 Who’s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ buddah head The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t, I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me Naw you wouldn’t understand (nigga, talk to me please) You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone She knew me and her sista had somethin’ goin’ on I reach my peak, I can’t speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. I’m sick of niggas lyin’, I’m sick of bitches hawkin’, matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin.
- The Notorious B.I.G.
Questions to ask yourself
(After being cheated on)
1. Am I attractive?
2. Am I intelligent?
3. Am I interesting?
4. What do I care about the most?
5. Who the fuck am I?
New World In My View
Looking into your eyes make all of my problems fade away. I’m starting to believe the saying “Everything happens for a reason” more and more.
Wishing Well
If I had a penny four years ago, I would have thrown it into the well and wished for you instead.
Not Yet
There’s this girl I’ve known for a while and I’ve always thought she was beautiful but I’m starting to see all the little things that make her mind and soul so amazing. Both of us just got out of relationships and I’m moving to L.A. in 8 months so I’m extremely tied up on my decision of telling her my feelings. But in my eyes she’s as close to perfect as a human could be.
