It’s Whatever

Early this morning I died in my dreams. I use to think that’s how people die in there sleep.

Anxiety!

Paranoid!

P.T.S.D.!

Is the trigger to an explosion making enyone a enemy.

 

 

To only those I do not love. Pro’s and cons of an ex con. Climbing up to the pro’s. I no you don’t no. It’s cool! You can’t even read close.

 

 

The tag on my T shirt says that he could be the worst. Then under it says 400% cotton. If this was years ago…

Lol…

Let me stop there…

Mark my unfiltered words. I was facing 40 fucking years for something I wasn’t even fucking aware of…

Truth!

Fuck the fractional solve of this equation un-mathematical! It’s always your word aginst there’s.

 

 

Can’t count how many times I said a prayer! The police and detectives were just shitty instigators!

 

 

Deep in my chalk heart. I was prepared with whatever outcome. I just wanted to lay on a bed an eat often.

 

 

Trust me though!

It may seem like it but there is no free meals in there. If I could be free to me it’s like dieing in my sleep…..