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Hearts of Mold

Instagram: Jimmydean66613

By James HarrisonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I sit here and mope

Heart of gold

With no hope

Holding this rope

Like will it hold

Will I choke

God made you and broke the mold

Always down like my ten toes

Chasing ten hoes

Add em up

They still don't come close

Can't stand to be around myself

Wanna drown myself

In pussy money weed

Relapse until I OD

If I didn't have family

I'd be six feet deep

If my uncle didn't hang himself

I wouldn't understand the grief

Head high

Spirits low

Praying to god

All my times borrowed

I don't need tomorrow

If you wont take this sorrow

You pray when you're stressed

I'm praying for death

You say it's a jest

I'm just waiting to rest

You're afraid of the darkness

I was raised in the darkness

Blessed and praised in the darkness

Lost in this maze of darkness

Nothing left to do but harness

Till life discards us

Till death departs us

sad poetry
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About the Creator

James Harrison

Ottawa based personal trainer. I write sad poems and stories about my sad life. 3+ years #sober. Instagram: Jimmydean66613

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