Ready

I’ve realized people don’t really care about each other

They say “It’s family” but all I have are my cousins and brother

Looking for a father and mother, but god forbid I ever mention it

Kanye’s protege, mentally ill but speaking truth and won’t quit

Still trying to find out where I fit, but it’s 2019 and I wrote poems

Strangers give me their hate and opinions like I know them

Dodging suicide on a whim even though I don’t have reason to live

Pleading with God to help me show love and forgive

If only you knew the memories I have to relive you’d understand why

I pray the Lord my soul to keep because I’m ready to die

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