The black eye
The busted lip
Nothing can compare
to the bruised mind.
You socked me with
a blow to the head,
that left me wondering
what the hell.
I'm with my boys chillin',
I'm at my cousin's house,
is what you said.
Do you think I
belived that shit?
That chick on the phone
not for me,
that chick that blew,
don't even know me.
My mind is beat up
with all the lies,
all your psycology bullshit
that make that makes
me cry,
out for help,
to take me away from
all the mind games
that you play.
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Comments
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Awh, a very emotional piece. I hope this isn't true, because nobody deserves that kind of treatment. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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