Basic (Bae Sick)

So many words I’ve written; in a way still leaving myself hidden

To be told—I mean truth be told

I reveal to conceal the depths leading to mine eyes

You know, the ones I can seal

—“a needing to heal”

They knew it all along they say,

—wrong;

And truthfully “they” need to leave me the hell alone

Somehow saying so I’d again be wrong

As tiring as the tune, sadly there’s no lul-or bye to this song

“Same ole shit”—

Is the spirit that I’ve conditioned in

The hardest part about a lose is the chances they claim you had in it to win

“Say it ain’t so”,—

“Back to the”—-where do I begin?

A needing to “bend”

A needing of “friend”

—-

They lie together like numbers, taking a count to win

As I sit here, as I choose

Bruised from the mental—emotional abuse

I curse satan in the release of this noose

—-“it’s no use”

They say and they taunt

Spitting on my name as it is a grave —just to get what they want

—-so fuck it

I live too tired to give, a fuck—so I’ll tuck it

Truth is,

I have a better chance giving a fuck in a bucket

———-back to the BULLSHIT

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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