• my thoughts so intense
    my pain so deep
    my soul the grim should reap
    get this depression outta my mind
    i'm hopin, death i'm scopin
    perkin but i still cant figure out
    why i got this pain
    i cant take this pain cuz its drivin me insane
    i dont understand how i could last 3 f***in years
    my pain so deep, deeper than hell itself
    money not the key tha wealth
    what is money if you aint got a smile
    i cant take this pain it goes on for miles
    yeah i'm an emo motha f***a what can i say?
    january 13th 2006, that was a firday
    the only superstition i believe
    i couldn't i wouldn't believe it
    that he laid on his death bed not breathin
    that image foreva ingraved in my skull
    his face purple, blood vanes not pumpin
    his eyes sealed shut, neva ta open
    i'm hopin i die now, if i were ta see him in heaven wow
    i'd be so happy, yeah i'd be with my pappy
    but i open my eyes its only a dream
    but so real it did seem
    my heart, my soul, my tears, my blood
    are stained in these words
    dont you understand why i'm flippin the birds
    ta kaiser permanente, listen ta what i'm a about to say
    my father died of a major heart attack
    heart almost fully clogged and filled with black
    and his b***h of a doctor
    diagnosed him with acid reflux disease
    when he had one of these
    he had a severe heart disease
    heart attack in his sleep
    at least he didn't feel anything
    to tired to wake up
    just like every day
    I still haven't go that answer god
    you know the one, the one i asked they day he died
    when my life left like it was done
    why god? why was it my father you had to take away?
    why didn't he get to stay and play?
    that was friday the 13th
    and i wrote this song on friday the 13th
    my thoughts so intense
    my pain so deep
    my soul the grim should reap
    wait, you thought was done?
    hell nah, i still got more ta say
    i'm tired of everyone sayin they sorry and that'll it be ok
    yeah my mind is strong
    but my soul is weak
    death its out ta seek,
    my soul hide and death is the seeka
    its like a big game of hide and seek bruh
    so many dark poems i've wrote
    all the suicidal thoughts i've had
    Damn it i miss my ******** dad
    every time i think about it
    i grind my teeth
    My father died on; Friday; the 13th



    [[Dont worry i'm not gonna kill myself or anything, thats just how i felt the day it happened, but now i'm fine and i know he's in a better place]]