Why do I feel like I am in a trance?
Why do I always end up in an ambulance?
The state of my mind is very intriguing .
I’m not bad at all, well,
I say I’m not.
Give me a chance, I’ll fuck up the shot.
No, I won’t, that’s not me, that’s not who I am .
The only person I want is my fucking mom.
But she’s not here anymore, she’s somewhere better.
I just wish I could see her, I wish you’d met her.
No one will ever know my pain.
It’s not worth the hassle, there’s nothing left to gain.
My personality splits up, down, good, bad.
But really, what is the truth? I’m really so sad.
I tear my soul piece by piece bit by bit.
Like a junkie, waiting for their next hit.
It’s like a wave, I’m drowing in my own fear.
I get so scared when someone is near.
I don’t like letting into my heart.
Cause sure, they will tear it apart.
But I do eventually let it all go.
For my mind is a puzzle and you’ll never know.
Poetry written by: Tee Jay Lockhart
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