Congested Rhyme Spit
I just want to breathe normally, anxiety can get the best of me.
The rest of me wants to come out but all the congestion has stopped the words to flow out of my mouth
I cant even count the amount of things I wish to see but the congestion of depression closed my eye gate, so how do I believe?
I need a break
So congested in myself, I can suffocate.
I contemplate on how to operate natural functions like getting rest but my heart can't keep up with my head.
Because it's beating through my chest and through my breasts. I got the stress now about how it's destroying my womanhood.
The likeness of me once so nurturing now murdering the aspirations of being good because I'm always hurting.
Blurting out, " Fuck everyone ! FUCK everything ! " But it seems like everyone's just yelling it back like it has no meaning.
I'm trying hard to see.
I know for a fact, I have got to push past that.
Because having flashbacks of the past only reminds me of being attacked.
I gotta cut myself some slack.
It's just too much work being the criminal and the villain, holding myself back.
Tic Tack Toe
X's and O's
Is sort of how the mind games go, counting my mistakes in rows
I could just grow up and stop playing games, I suppose.
That takes stepping outside of these comfortable lines away from the things I know.
I trust that The Creator above will help guide me. He's the only one that know the congestion of the traffic in my mind so I ask him kindly.
Guide me.
I'm tired, endlessly looking in the wrong directions to find me
Blindly.
So honestly I only made this to remind me, that I may be a little sick. My senses aren't working correctly because of all the congestion so I'll just spit.