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,


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

I am what is considered to be a starving artist; support my vision, my dream to be free with a like and/or comment. #Sharedemo

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