Am I not trying?
my day one told me my days not on the one two times I heard it and still I honey bun sugar coat the lines and eat em for dessert clockin in with my pen doing whatever works not working whatever I need Stress levels climbing picture perfect frame fits keep me out the dangerous egos and ethos I slip peridocially overstand the under belly flip for idiocy initimate with words he took his time to push my closer little did he know big win can never cloak so a nigga croaked jump out the way and let my family roast have you ever ran out of love ran out of reasons impossible as it is i swamp through a seaons where leaves never fell and rain reversed I hadn't shed a tear in months and it hurts nights without pay finding refuge on a park bench If I defeat today I'll refuse to find a clark kent put it all on me and complain into my ears for years I let life beat me through a mirror for years I played a lover waiting by the pier with a breath of reassurance and hands for you to use for years I let this body walk inside another's shoes quick to empathize like its life only requirement trying to lead the way and no one wants to follow me so here I go alone back into the abyss I tried and tried again Aaliyah missed
I am trying
When I moved from Georgia, I slept outside for like 2 weeks. Then I got a job and started staying in a shelter. After that I stayed at the shelter for like a month or so. This was fine while I was moving on. After a while, I couldn't justify getting off work at 11PM and not getting to sleep inside the shelter, but outside, because all the beds were taken. The staff refused to give all those getting off of work (less than 10 of us) cots to sleep on in the overflow area. I wasn't just dissapointed, I was pissed off.