I’m back, hittin’ this shit hard,
puttin’ pain on the back burner–
I don’t wanna feel no more,
Bitches believe, I need relief;
and I got it in my words.
In my words, I heal myself.
Fuck prescriptions. I know what’s real–
The pain and perseverance.
I’m a writer for fuck’s sake.
I feel the way I say I feel .
Disposition is confusing–
I’m weak, and I need your love.
But I am strong, so I don’t.
Thank you for failing…