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Good Intentions

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Bring me back to life

I'm in belief that my sould has committed suicide

My heart rate slowly turns to a flat line

as I try and gasp for air one last time

It becomes harder to breathe, or so it seems

you're just suffocating me

 

Covering me like a comforter on Summer's eve

resting your head on my shoulder as if my own neck doesn't belong to me

I mean, I'm suffocating

slowly losing consiousness of the situation I used to be so infatuated with

but now all I can do is gather my thoughts and stay contemplatin'

Taking deep breaths

as I'm tryna get a hold of myself

and deviate from you

after all we've been through

I still haven't learned to breathe

I quit tryin' , now I'm tryna leave

because you're suffocating me

Why don't you just shove a plastic bag over my head and wish me dead

Throw me in a ditch and wish I never said what I said

But instead you stand in shock, and you can only listen

I may have hurt you, but I have good intentions

 

May I mention that this scenario isn't the only one that has my heart in remission

I have a problem with being reminiscent

Thinkin' back on time I wish could've went different

I can see it clear, the picture is so vivid

Goin back to the times when I know I was trippin

In my father's face, growing up, but forgettin'

That I was still his baby girl

and with that came some tension

He couldn't stand to see his daughter fall into the hands of another man

SO keeping me in the house was attempted

but I was so tempted

left home unexpected

for days at a time

I didn't wanna be a burden

Tellin' myself lies like "I'm alright"

when we all know I was hurtin

If you ask me, I'd just say I was searchin'

for the love that was already being given

the love I thought I was missin'

But I was too caught up, didnt wanna listen

Hard to believe, but I had good intentions

 

Lastly, I should mention

that I don't do things to gather attention

I've got a problem with purchasing weed to add to my collection

of reasons

to help explain why my attitude changes like the seasons

I'm out here smokin', got my mom grieving

Tellin' her one thing so she can keep believeing

that my soul is still pure

These problems buildin' up

and weed seems like the cure

I keep buyin, cuz the blunt finishes and I'm still not sure of who I am and where I stnd

Weed seems like my number one fan

She takes me high when no one else can

It's not that I can't stop, it's just that I won't

I'm hard-headed , never listenin

Almost hard to believe that I have good intentions

 

I mean not to hurt you

but to speak the truth

The first step to recovery is admitting to what you do

I hpe you can forgive me since I give you honest confessions

Look into my eyes and see I'm just a soul with good intentions.

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SUNSHINE1978 says:

nice POEM!! heart FELT

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DallasCowgirl says:

Very nice!

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