God days are rough. Nights are worse. I feel like the life I've been given is a curse.
A black magic spell sent to torture and kill.
It grows and screams and haunts me still.
Though a poet i am and a little girl i used to be,
I am a woman now with a life that yells for me to cease.
To end my existence and stop all my rhyme.
My soul to be condemned one more time.
You say I'm loved but you never show. So now I'll drop the mic and go.
