eating breakfast just reminiscing
what could've been
where we could've been
where we could've went
they say times heals all wounds
but I'm asking when
I was so in love
but it didn't feel the same
sitting in this room
paying God back for my sins
no matter where my mind goes
I can't get it off of him
who you think I'm talking about
my ex or my next?
shorty said people change
he doesn't want me to do the unthinkable
why suffer in these predicaments
this ish ain't nothing but control
trying to make a dollar just to feed my soul
giving all the things away just to survive
sacrificing my mind to have a roof for my child
ever since I learned that I was God's child
I had no fear to man, but just him up above
About the Creator
I Am Sav Renee
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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