thoughts swarming in my head , telling me I need to take my meds ,but I don't need to im already dead ,all I see is red ,talking to my therapist named Ted ,big Ben is a Fed ,don't even have a bed ,that's a fact being said ,my fathers name is Kylo Ren ,all the time I feel so sad ,damn why do I feel so bad , growing up I never had a dad , mother gave me up i really didn't give a fuck, go suck a duck,you ugly mutt , poetry and music is my only outlet,will I ever make it out it , take the pain go insane ,here it in my words ,flush you like a terd,poop like a bird,man these words are absurd , who ever knew i could ever do anything beyond me,but know I see , when im spitting words it's just me setting myself free so i can go fly like a bee, while I sip on some tea.
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