It’s from my busted knuckles that I bleed. It’s only love and affection I need. All I ask for is respect but instead all I receive is disrespect. Maybe I was right I am undeserving of love. People can only backbite, in this world there is no sing of a dove. There are times more than not, I believe the ultimate reward is death and by this though I remain cought! Most of the time I wanna just die. This I rather do than give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Life sucks as time will tell, it is nothing more than a living hell. These are just times I know I’m feeling down, these are time can do nothing but sit and frown. Looking up while sitting as far as the rocks, focusing on the injured ready to strike, you circle me like a group of hawks. I may be flat on my back, but I won’t just lie when you attack. I won’t go out without a fight; even if I know my time to die is tonight.
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