A Painful Life

She. Her. Girl.

Everyday's a battle, depression's getting the best of me...
Swear I wanna quit, but I gotta give what is left of me...
House of criticism, I'm never letting it get to me
I am tunnel-visioned until I am getting what's meant for me..
On my phone, late nights, doing poetry...
Making all this poems so everybody remembers me..
When I'm by myself I'll reflect on all of my memories
Then I write about it because poetry is my only remedy..
My ex was a mess, and I should have left her and done with it...
I knew that she was damaged, it's fucked, but I still stuck with it...
Cover nights assist I dealt with the trauma that comes with it...
Thought that I could save her, 'til I lost myself because of it..
She has hella demons, and she cuts, and used to run from it...
She repeats the toxic cycle again 'til she's numb to it...
I can expose her but it's not even worth discussing it...
Her being her is already the greatest punishment..
Fuck seeking revenge, I'm too busy trying to chart..
I'm trying to rise up and walk around with the stars..