dRIED bLOOD

Keep picking ya scabs they stay bleeding
Popping your ance and more produce
You got your problems cut up you keep feeding
Now stuck In a cycle unhealthy produce

The artist intent never intended to speak
Make a speech and ss stutter worse than Albert the king
Therapist put a dent in my mind
It's all ya'll think
Throw away the key, loose ya guard by talking bars
You're posting and posting bout how much you're in the dumps
Ya friends all see it as the norm ignore and carry on
Hoping just hoping that people's loving take a rest
The boy called crying wolf but his wolf is inoperable
You let yourself be overcome by sorrow you will drown in it
Getting hit, non-stopping waves of guilt, life isn't fair
Something you can't help or build acknowledgement that it is there
So they'll hound for rent
No doubt

Hard to relate, my peers sold to the game
I wish I could take back the forgotten days to start a new
Paint a new canvas running out of brushes though
These Ink blots are never used that's why I never pursue
Water colours dropped in my image all stain face, face
This foggy mirror of who I thought I was fades
Really wish I hadn't been so loyal
Re start
Feeding this path paved, gift and a curse to cave
Who am I to you an artist or a name
Some days it's hard to tell apart