Note to Future Self

Note to Future Self

A Poem by Wooddawg

What was it, what was it I saw in
you? Doesn't matter you didn't win!
Picked me up just to assault,
sane again I want a diffrent result.

I cut the chain, I cut the chain
Shackle me, shackle me again you won't.
Not playing, not playing around
this time I mean it so just don't.

Leave this message, leave this message to my mind.
Don't you want to feel alive inside?
Leave this message, leave this message to my mind.
Keep open your eyes, keep open wide.

I can see, I can see you are so ugly.
feeling like a Bob Ross tree, happily.
You can knock, you can knock but I won't let you in.
Not by the hair of my chin.

I hit back. I hit back with all my might.
I am up, up from off my knees.
I'm alive inside so say goodnight.
Make a b***h of my disease.

Making messes making messes of my mind.
Not today my friend I've gone un-blind.
Leave this message, leave this message to my mind
You will thank you that we left it all behind.

© 2018 Wooddawg


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Added on March 12, 2018
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