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You shall never know me, as I don't know myself, so why give you just a glimpse of what's behind the mirror?

Lately I find myself fading into well...I'm not even sure what to call it. But I feel myself drifting away from people, but for once, I don't mind. I don't care what people think, or if there around, I feel good alone and I forgot how that felt.

If people could look deep inside me,
aint no going to be able to recognize me,
i keep feelings hidden,
in a place where everybody's forbidden,
and it's all because of you,
but you wanna play rough,
your gunna get killed quick,
because baby you aint tough,
my mind is sick,
so i aint gunna stop when you've had enough,
you'll get screwed up with all kinds of things,
your face cut open from these diamond rings,
you'll soon be 6 feet deep with the rest,
from the stab wounds and bullets through your chest,
you aint dead yet,
because baby you is blessed,
but don't fall asleep,
or you'll be resting in peace,
with the dead and deceased,
i won't be happy until your blood's spilling everywhere,
you showed me hurt,
and baby that aint fair,
because of you i stand here and drop all these tears,
i wanna watch you suffer,
so it can be my turn not to care,
this is all true,
me and others is really waiting for you,
we'll get you in time,
and your life will finally be mine,
you really think your something good,
but baby you is whack,
turned my heart cold and black,
and for sure im gunna get you back,
thinking of ways to scheme on you,
everytime i smoke a sack,
i'll get you baby,
and that's a fact,
cops will be banging on my door,
asking if i've ever seen you before,
telling them i know nothing,
but my adrenaline starts rushing,
vision of your blood gushing,
forms in my mind,
i begin laughing inside,
they're telling me how many times you was stabbed,
standing here hoping i don't get bagged,
i'm the one who did it,
they can't find the weapon cause im the one who hid it,
told you baby i was coming,
loved seeing you running,
now your 6 feet deep,
and i can finally sleep,
memories of the gun going off loudly,
i killed this bunny and ill say it proudly,
revenge was mine,
cops confused with no one to blame,
i got away easy with your life that i claimed

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there's too much anger inside me
there's too much scarring when i bleed
there's too much therapy i need
there is no god that i have seen...

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Finally got Fabiola bunny out of my way
But the I got caught the next bunnyin day
Now I'm gettin charged for bunnyin takin her life
bunny, I didn't stab that bunny, she walked into my knife!
And you know damn well the judge didn't believe me
While I was gettin handcuffed, I just smiled at me homie
Ha, you think I regret the bunny that I did?
Hell naw, I'm bunnyin happy that the bunny is dead
Now I'm just sittin in my cell just thinkin
How she was cryin, bleedin, screamin, man am I dreamin?
bunny, I don't even know anymore
What would this world be without any gore?
You know I'm not even allowed any visitors
I'm constantly left with bunnyin baby sitters
So I'm only gonna be stuck her for only 17 years
If you only knew the bunny I'd do to see her family's tears
In my cell I got no windows or lights
The voices in my head are begining to fight, I'm loosin my sight
But in my mind I can plainly see
How Fabiola's death came to be
I remember it all like if it was yesterday
Well bunny it was, I barely got convicted today
I was walkin down the street when I started calllin her name
When she turned and looked at me I became insane
I jumped at the bunny and began to slit her throat
It was music to my ears when she began to choke
Then she fell to the floor and tried so hard to speak
Beggin me not to let her bunnyin die this week
But I just laughed and straight up stabbed her face
I kept my hand movin at a fast and steady pace
Now my mind's goin back to reality
And I can feel this sharp pain on the side of me
But I handled it well
Guess I didn't realize I was stabbin myself.
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Scissors, knives, a razor blade,
A drop of blood, the cut I made.
The tears of blood, my scars of shame,
What I don't say, the hurt of pain.
If you took away the scars I made,
If you stole my knives, my razor blade,
If you gave me tears and words instead,
I'd still have pain inside my head.
You break my heart, I break my skin,
To tell you what you did is a sin.
You ask what's wrong but I won't tell,
I'm trapped inside my mind's own hell.
With no way out, no tears to cry,
With no complaints, no sighs to sigh,
I say what's wrong with silent words,
With pain and blood, with endless hurt.
If you took away the scars I made,
If you stole my knives, my razor blade,
If you gave me tears and words instead,
I'd still have pain inside my head.
I try to stop but I can't bear
To put up with the pain that's there.
I'll be this way until I'm dead,
‘Cause I can't talk with words instead.
What I do to stop the pain
Makes me hurt more, makes me insane.
Don't make the same mistake as me,
Words can't explain how trapped you'll be.
Talk with words, not with your pain,
Look in your heart for what to say.
Reach deep, deep, down inside your soul,
To talk with words, a priceless goal.
If you took away the scars I made,
If you stole my knives, my razor blade,
If you gave me tears and words instead,
I'd still have pain inside my head


Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.