The Haters Quarrel

Her: Your such a fucking junkie, all you want to do is get high.
Me: and why do you think that is?
Her: Wait , you want me to do what? Your such a fucking freak.
Me: Wait , what do mean freak?

First off , I forgot to love you and thats fucked up
that's a set up ,Like lead burst
Just give me the head first.
Fuck you whore, but I coulda said worse

I was a junkie when you met me,
I was a junkie when you left me.
Im a fiend where Im standing ,
Im just learning to handle it.
Dont shoot up but I swear that this candle's lit.
A fire's burning inside but we've been dismantled chick.
Somewhere my pride got in the way and my manners quit.
I don't want to kill you but I'm still cockin' this hammer quick.

Cause hate is a strong word ,
But regret is a hard lesson.
Sing in a cage like a song bird,
the ink is my blood, penstrokes are my heart pressure.
Im no good at love , should have gave you an art lesson.
Im poppin' pills to block out my pain when I start stressin'.

Bi-polar rip me seven different ways,
While your screamin' just grow up.
My fetishes make me throw up,
self loathing got me about to blow up,
but to you it's just so what.

So I pop 50 roxies to kill the demon.
Then I release some semen.
I don't know whats more demeanin',
the fact that you don't believe me,
or the fact that i left you breathing.

For no reason I switch like the seasons.

I have no feelings!, 
you swore that you caught 'em.
You pray that I fall so I'm stuck down in Autumn.
Since the day that you walked ,there's a fort that I'm walled in.
My boats stuck at the port and that's sort of a problem.
The report from the court is they see me I'm hauled in.
Drugs block out the pain, and I call that a small win.

Poetic lines that are cooked in a cauldron.
I snort them like dope 'til my pupils are small then,
shoot up this grammer, I'm sinkin' and fallin'.

Universal problems, 
i seek then I solve them.
Foundations of sand, 
relationships are revolvin'.
Trying to love through this hate in this hell that I'm lost in.
Trying to navigate fate in this place I taste often.
Try to play safe,
but my state has been altered.
I stumbled and faulted.
My tears taste so salted.
I know it's my fault , 
self hate to the coffin.

E.B.   Anotha G 2022