Alone in Atlanta

I write this alone in Atlanta
Kelly has religion and her.
Quita has Jalyn
I have nothing.
I'm in city surrounded by thousands
But still alone.
Nobody understands the pain behind these eyes.
The suffering and pain. That's why I'm always alone.
I keep the door to my soul closed like I'm famous.
My days are fading. Here is just some thoughts.
I wrote this alone in Atlanta

Sent from my iPhone

"Feel you don't wanna be alive? You feel how I am."

"We all gotta go one day. I just wanna cut to the chase."

Survival

Death March

Untitled, incomplete, and wont be finished

You ever get dragged into seeing something you didn't want to see or even much go to. This would be one of those instances. I find myself sitting on the bottom floor of a movie theater packed with nothing but people who have an obsession with some dumb fuck ass movie. I get dragged into watching this bullshit cause of being in a relationship. Fuck love and relationships. I can already tell this is by far going to be the worst 2 hours of my damn day. Today's already a shitty day and this bitch just has to obsess over this movie. She always wants and wants things like this no matter what. She feels that everything is about her. But it's not. I fucking hate this and the relationship. Oh look the movie is about to start. I guess I'll write about the fuckery that ensues after I get out this damn thing. That is if I get out. Fuck this shit and her.

Abandonment Part 1

They say I turned my back on them.
But let's be honest they turned their backs on me
They didn't and don't really care about my individual happiness. They just act like they care so that they can achieve their greater goal. No one really gives a damn about you without having some other motive. So let's be honest if I turn my back on those that turned their back on me first is it really turning my back? No it's not. It's facing the music and realizing that you have to walk alone in order to survive. So fuck em. I walk alone with no problems.