thru his eyes he sees nothing but fear
he's a man living in a world of tears
complications that he just cant bear
contiplation of suiside constantly pulling at his hair
what should a man do?
in a situation that the only way out is thru
so many people look up to him when they need some advise
but what he need is advise on how to live his life
only god knows what he is capable of
wishing there was a loop around his neck and he's hanging above
on display for everyone to see
but a knife cuts him down imeditly
unable to fight it or turn away
knowing his problems are here to stay

Tight shit yo i really dont have any complaints other than try to make it longer other than that it was a good poem keep postin! fo real

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Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.