The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 49

Too Many Games...

If you've moved on, be strong....

Giving into so much wrong only helps others carry on....

The games of the minds the wasting of the time,

But still they try to present a genuine concern,

Only to leave you burned from a lesson that they should have learned,

To just let others be....

You can have a friend in me but they tend to see something else,

Feelings should be felt not dealt in hurting others,

Presenting their truths and proofs, but what’s the use.

What are we trying to prove......?

Where is being a good sport, just be excepting to lose,

Except the losses, because the only thing it can cause us is pain in the end...

Never destroy a friend even if you pretend that you like them,

Hurtful action are just hurtful action, so is it better just to fight them,

What happened to the words that were suppose to be enlightening,

So now I have to question how true are your words,

To me their now almost frightening.......

Therefore I am writing to say, throw those stones,

Break my bones, but I still wish to be left alone, if they only wish to see me sad,

So I sit and laugh as I write,

As I prepare to cut off the lights,

As I wish to no longer write.

I just want to be left alone tonight,

Or say fuck it for the rest of my life......

If the price is pain on me and others, so I prepare to walk away from it all,

Illinois is leaving me smothered....

There's no more food in the cub bard.....

But everyone is eating,

I am just praying on the seasons,

Leaving for all the right reasons,

I have peeled back my skin to let myself be seen,

So there's no need to be sitting and grieving......

I'd rather just move on.....