Lost in life with nobody to tell.

Here's my story written in poetry,
can't nobody tell it for me.

I wish that you were still here.

Instead i cry because i'm scared,
of having just....
Maybe----No-body there.

In my mind i can see it coming,
Depresstion is what i fear.

Far-est from the bitches are my truest sisters,
i know you got me.

Is there a heaven in loving please god,
help me.
I know you want me,
but my sanity pleads god help from my broken knees,
for i'am intangled in these.

Poetry speaking to what it means,we all living in hell in are own prisons,
perfectly written and printed on paper.

Knock on wood and then there's hope that they may someday listen.

So let me inhale my lonely pension.

Exhale in hopes you,hear
and let me ask with empty hands
can any-one truly ever understand.

I wounder why there's no replies.Or---
Maybe they watching the
tears...
Falling free from your Beautiful eyes.

Bust open like big gum bubbles,
for all of my troubles you always stayed down for a niggia,
so that's why i love you.

you showed me the diffrence.
In a women verses a pack of bitches,
maybe everlasting satisfaction is what's really missing.

Here's my story written in poetry,
can't nobody tell it for me.

Like plodding over a lost love when she'z no-longer there,
this ani't no lie,

It's hurting me inside and that's

WHY I CRY