NeekThaPoet

I'm happy for you because you got a new girl. I'm just a little shocked your broke ass is able to show her as you put it, "the seven wonder's of the world". You didn't do none of that when I was with your tired ass. Hell, you couldn't even afford to buy your own bus pass. But I guess you're the one having the last laugh. Baby girl needs to get a friggen grip. I bet you got her believing every lie that comes across your lip. By now she's probably sprung and you got her dick whipped. So why are you still on my back? Go home to your "new girl", because there won't be a recap. Besides, I'm addicted to a new drug. So stop hoping for a relapse! So get a clue and go bug your new boo. Face it I'm done and I don't want shit to do with you.

Tear tracks are still staining my face. My mind and soul feels somewhere out of space. My entire being just feels somewhat displaced. Crying because I'm still grasping the concept of this pain. Praying to God and trying to figure out what lessons I'm going to gain. Struggling with all my might and trying to stay sane. On the floor on my knees until they're bloody and sore. Crying out in vein because I failed my spiritual chore. Screaming for forgiveness because I don't want a tour of hell's door. Choking on my sobs because the words are coming out so fast. Then I feel a touch on my shoulder helping me get something short of a grasp. Then there it is, the lifting weight of the negativity also known as my past. I can see clearer now, so I turned around to speak, but no one was there. All I could do was stop and stare. Then I remembered the saying, "God doesn't put you through more than you can bear".