Gone

she sat up ther and kilt herself thinking i would miss ha,
she called 10 times i saw & still i dismissed ha,
she cried out lord please take this pain away
but everyday still laid up with her demons, ha
what a fuckin cliche
people helped as much as they could she never did the work tho
people called her beautiful i guess she never understood the meaning
she chose to engage in anything that was demeaning
addictions demanding all her attention,
voice words and thoughts to herself that was degrading,
she was failing with that selflove crap,
boy was she a mess, and i tell you bout her cause im the one she knows best,
her eyes told her story so loud you could hear her before she came,
her steps shook Satan's soul but her disbelief in herself made that nigga sane,
she cut off people of who she thought was no good,
start putting herself first, realizing health was an issue to the thoughts and actions she dispersed,
a goddess and a gem, one of kind for heaven's sake
every word leave her lips spoken, was a token you would want to save,
grappling and vamping her energy wasn't no piece of cake, ha
shawty just crashed one day, her bounce back became weak one day,
her own foot in her mouth she was down bad one day,
all that could save her was her and her prayers but she stopped praying one day,
she gave up that day, yu believe that? gave up on happiness
same day she thought self worth would achieve that,
she sat up there and kilt herself, and thought that i would miss her, i do
she called me 10 times and i didnt answer not once,
while she chose survival mode, i was telling her to let it go
while she chose to drown, i was coming to rescue
while she chose drugs, i was ther with her demons
while she chose alcohol, i was still there
while she chose to remain silent, i was the one talking
while she chose depression, i was loving her
she chose death, and now i choose me!
©porsha..