Unscented Flowers

How would you feel if you were talked to you like you were insane

Diagnosed with depression but somehow crazy is thrown on my name

Yeah I’m not the same, yeah I talk about suicide

Yeah I have a couple of voices and demons inside

My devils always ready to ride but I’m still a Christian at heart

Prayers asking when my season of blessings will start

My family uncomfortable with my art so the conversations stay short

Unwilling to own their mistakes so I’m left with the hurt

Questioning their worth, I wish I could just forget and forgive

I wish the possibility of going to Hell wasn’t my only reason to live


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