Bad Dreams Poem by christian guice

Living life feeling hopeless trying to stay on my grind but in the fast land i can't focus.

Seeing things in a different way uh oh seems to be a locus tried of all this bulls.h.i.t wit this hocus pocus.

geting tried of people allwayz putting me down tired of living life with a smile inself really dieding i can't help it.

tried to go to sleep it make it worst only becuase it hurts as the blood bleeds from my shirt.

having bad dreams and i died in them all seeing myself shot in them all.

Can anyone hear my screams! ! as they wake up vision of the dead by the crime scenes theres another one dead of a young teen.

in the hospital crying now people thinking your truley is crazy scar stab i am still a baby i want my momma seems like getting closer to her she fades away having bad dreams can u wake me up as i am by myself trying to stay away as the demons after me looking up in the clouds hopin to be a freeman.

exposed bad conditions living in sin out in tha oceans that exlopin to emotions Seaman.

CAN ANYONE WAKE ME UP




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