They weren’t kicked
the rocks were thrown,
grew up in a toxic home,
my thoughts alone
are surrounded by caution cones,
I’m a King
that lost his throne,
in sheets, it cost my robe,
under this torso
lies a torn soul,
life is hella scary, need a Hail Mary
got a poor throw,
I can’t be cracked
let go of morse code,
this remorse is old,
I’m dying in vain
tried to explain,
but unable to stop
the drops from the rain,
saddness sadly advances
it came with bad knees and dances,
I’ve dealt with more shit than ranches,
there’s no place like home
don’t send me to Kansas,
fell in a patch of cactus
figured I’d pray
I need the practice,
thinking hopefully,
fact is
I know I won’t get past this.

5th Day.






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