Deep-down my pain is piling.
Desperate trying to make a living,
But this life is hard I am not surviving.
Bad things are always happening.
No “spani,” no money to buy a loaf ya Albany.
Now you know I’m starving.
A hell of a pain is causing.
I am fearsome, death from starvation.
I do not have any concoction.
A lot of stress no means for counseling,
anyway that is not an option.
I am wondering if God is watching.
Is he the one to be blame for all this suffering?
I am asking! In him, I stopped believing.
By all means, to survive I am trying,
but it isn’t working.
Because myself I am not working.
My life is black hole, with no beginning and no ending.
I’m reckoning, what a bad feeling.
Now I’m crying and only to be heard by those who are always listening.
All the problematic factors,
I tried solving by drinking the alcohol
and the drugs I’m busy abusing. I need a fixing.
That is what I’m thinking;
quit the drugs and drinking but no hell I’m refusing.
Drowning the beast called suffering is my dream but wherever I may go,
Gloom is all I raise.

by Japhtar

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