21 years ago…
The doctors said I’d be dead within months…
12 years ago…
The doctors said you’ve got…
I think it was 3months…
2 weeks ago these doctors told me…
And I cut her off in her words…
“Don’t tell me what I’ve heard for decades.”
“I’ve been ready for my death date!”
Without this dream…
“Bring it on!”
Bring it on…
I’ve atone for some sins…
I could have die years ago so today I go…
The other ones I can’t let go…
“Let go…”
Doctors, needles, mental health episodes that breach…
Right past the thresholds of my fire…
Smoke so deep I can’t breath till these demons are out of me…
I’m outty five thousand…
Whenever the horns blow for me…
The final call…
All praises due…
Evil is past due…
So I laugh through my own silent clashes…
I waiting…
Bring it on to the door…
I told him years ago that…
I promised the man above when I was sitting in that cell box…
That…
I’ll never ever pick up a gun unless I really really got to…
Pop goes these weasels…
I saw there heads go pop…
I wish I could pull the nails off my aging stigmata…
Fine Devine wine spill on my forehead…
I felt free for a moment…
Till I wulk up in a coffin, coffing out my trials and my tenction…
From the heat burning my souls absences…
So tacky…
To death I say…
Spare me the teasing and bull…
Just read my lips…
Bring it on!
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
I’m lost for words .. amazing piece you have written,, so many people struggle every day with mental illness. It seems to fall on deaf ears. Maybe through writing like this, it can help more people understand and know they are never alone in their battles.
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Thanx Ke Ke✊😎
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