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My mind my mind
These trials these demons
Misunderstood me
Broke me down and used me
Hendered and confused me
To black you see the bruises
And how the enemy uses
Life did right hardships confusing
Battles im losing
Wounds of my many fears
False love wet with tears
Broken hearted
Left where i started
My mind my mind
Not blind sided
But mistaking for dumb
Shed tears not failure my rule of thumb
These years deprived me made me numb
These lines these words
Silence is how im heard
Life betrayed me
The world rated me
Pain took ahold of me
Alone with nothing can't you see
Even love hated me
Balancing pain in pride
So much sorrow
My heart turned hollow
This new world the enemy they follow
I follow
These hollows
I swallow
Death i follow
My mind my mind
my soul at ease
Darkness must leave
Im hurting
Going in circles im turning
Trials tested me its over
Stifled child im boulder
Stronger then rocks and boulders
Burdens sat on my shoulders
Pain wrestled me
Paid the price it doubled
But i remain humble
Empty you hear no mumble
Deceived mind washed down and crumbled
A mixed up world
Got evil taking turns
While mans pride reap in burns
This is straight from the dome
My mind my mind
Not wasted
Solid you just couldn't face it
Stronghold through the pain you just couldnt take it
I didnt fold i just knew i would make it
The system took hold to get by i had to fake it
Stacked money with an addiction
Lied about his sickness
I spoke it he got weak by my prediction
Righted my wrong this was not my conviction
6 months my soul left God is my witness
Detectable the doctor had written
I prayed Not mines my life not finished
Eyes telling lies
How can you tell where death reside
I asked him his status he denied
He bedeviled me i wasnt the enemy outside
It was his devils within
My mind my mind
You ever smelled death
Decaying organs nothing left
Heart black and a corpse
Sour flesh like it warped
He preyed on me
Tried to devour my health
Took my mind i had nothing left
You ever been there and had nothing left
No cure not even with wealth
I cried doctors said negative
Through it all love i tried
But instead tried to stick death inside
Nothing i cant get pass
After beating death bullshit want last
Hendered emotions Could be so cold
But it's just another trial that needs to be told
Life aint over until i fold.
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Submitted by brandi_s on July 06, 2021

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