Stressin Pt.1 Self
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…sinking into my mode of depression…adolescene whose stressin…tryin to be best and-
nerves pressin…body and mind needing rest and-
each feeling transformed into deep emotions…i’m semi-bostin with my imagination…imaging creations that seem to fall apart.
tension pulling at my muscles, attention pulling towards non demensions, not to mention, detention of my brain cells crackle like burning flesh and hell…needing a spiritual cleansing like- yesterday.

Stressin Pt. 2 Love & Relationships
My mind moving faster than my hand, i cant understand, nor comprehen
why this mess began, why this stress began
I’m slowly calming down, but nothing can remove this frown.
No one can mend this void you left within…I’m trying to learn to love again ’cause in this friend- i saw more than my eyes were letting me see
confusion becomes a part of me…while i sigh, after each line you see…

It’s hurting me to think of this- cryin so hard i need to take a piss, than maybe i could get over it
shit! in a container and put your name on it…i’m pipping hot! temperture rising, but my flesh below 3…cant shake this shit off of me. Feeling my emotions in the bottom of my stomach- energy turning into waste…wasted time…wasted feelings…no time for hurting it’s time for healing
healing myself mentally so this shit dont get to me
building my immunity, so love dont make no fool of me…
need to find cupids ass and shoot-put a boot in him, castrate the lil motherf$%ker, gift wrap it and send it to his mother than find cupids sister put a dart in her ass than find cupids mother and shoot her for having his ass.