TRIED

Im taking my mistakes as lessons, cause I'm tired of stressin, no more streets what am I going to eat, I'm tired of guessin.
Trials and tribulations, tried in every situation
Come ups, come with stints, im tired of macin.
This is my life im tired of racing.
Im tired of consuming everything in my path, my body is deteriorating plus my destruction you do the math, then you subtract life's simplest things, and what does it bring? Physiological warfare 2017. I've been here before stuck on repeat, glitches, snitches, actors missing a beat, using my flaws the see as a defeat, but it's my weaknesses that enable me to see cracks the da Vinci; Clears the steam from the mirror allowing me to hear all the crazy things from the inside the reason me and the public will never coincide or see eye to eye I'm tired im tried im FREE 2018

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

Comments

Phoenix88

Brief explanation: addicted and homeless, I would rob drug dealers with mace, which at the time I considered a "come up" which lead to "stints" (jail time)

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741