Lately I haven't been able to get any sleep.
So I just walk around like a weirdo ass creep.
I try to do all the things you said.
But, truely it's cause I'm fucked up in my head.
My mind runs 50 thousand laps a day.
Just to find that I can't sleep, but just lay.
Then I get out of my tiny little cell.
Sometimes I think like this could be HELL.
Just to see that It's all in my mind.
Sometimes I think that I wish I was blind.
So that I wouldn't be able to see and hear these things.
All awhile my mind plays and pause on wicked little flings.
Not like that I had many of those in my life.
Just like when I tried to stab myself with a rusty ass knife.
Didn't happen cause I chickened out.
But, I did O.D. 3 times with out a doubt.
Loved it when I did it those 3 times.
Cause on every release, I bought 2 dimes.
Smoked myself to a complete stupor.
Just to make it feel all high and super.
Then once I fell back to earth.
I felt less then what I was worth.
Now I snap back into reality to see.
That no ones life is more fucked then ME!
Author notes
This is a piece I wrote while in the county jail in Fort Worth Texas(Funky Town).
Written March 18th, 2005
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i loved this piece. may i ask why were you in FWT? i loved the poem and the meaning behind it. great write. keep it up. GB and GGHL. ~~~Bec~~~
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Very raw and vivid. Seriously, I don't think I've ever read so much honesty in a poem. Well done.


