by Novadreamz on October 11, 2018. © C.j. Slim, All rights reserved
Shot in the back by the person who use to be ur best friend,
just to clarify this part of my nightmare never seems to be coming to an end.
No where in any of my description is there a prescription for a relieving trend.
I was always taught believing in ur friend,
is the right way for life to blend.
Not to lend or spend at someone else’s expense like three sheets to the wind.
Some times I catch those demons looking back at me snickering when they grind.
My heart is in pieces without any hope to help it mend.
every ounce of faith my body has left gives me the ability to defend.
None of this is make believe or a fairy tale it’s way to real to pretend.
Suited up with lawyers, scheduled court dates to attend.
I wonder if anyone on this earth even knows what it means to be a true friend.
It’s seems like the world has its head completely inserted up its rearend.
Needing a plexy glass stomach to see or comprehend.
It's a no fly zone I don't even have a carrier pigeon to send.
It’s a constant pain staking undescribable possession.
I pray to God on my knees every day with this confession.
The fight to keep your chin up is the hardest part of depression.
A postive outlook is what it took to stand up against this oppression.
My O.C.D. over time accumulated it to become an obsession.
Professing it enough it became my profession.
Confiding all honesty without any lesson in this session is there aggression.
Speaking calmly self taught threw postive progression.
no time for thoughts on reflected regression.
squeezed both triggers two times the lung suppression.
Clocks run out without funds to continue this concession.
Meeting is adjourned we are at the end of this congregated congression.
©n0vadr3amz
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