Poetry for my soul

[Howsway]

SHE


She was birth with scars
Carved deep in the womb
Her arteries pumped with anguish
Little Baby are you okay?


Her bones broke in all the rite places
Blood flow through her mind
Her eyes gleamed with hope
His hands like poison.
Paralyzed darkness, Her childhood
Little girl are you okay ?


Year by year she adapted
shattered memories,
ghosts lingering
Close your eyes, fake it til you make it


A piece of paper in her hand
Degree of worth
her soul less
Lady are you ok?


Work harder no on will notice
Invisible woman look at you go
Surrounded by applauds, CLAP!
Brittled sunshine
she scrapes for it under the crystal glass


Tainted spirit
She begs for it in every body
Positive.
No space for new scars
Incurable.
Woman.
and I’m okay with that

 

[Speed King]

That's deep Parents wouldn't put child on ADHD medication, even though he needed it. Got picked on and bad grades, because he didn't know better. Didn't go to senior prom,heartache. Turned to drugs as a way out Now educates himself and others like him Fin

 

[Howsway]

That's deep Parents wouldn't put child on ADHD medication, even though he needed it. Got picked on and bad grades, because he didn't know better. Didn't go to senior prom,heartache. Turned to drugs as a way out Now educates himself and others like him Fin

Drops mic, nothing left to say. You’re a self made, king. Your Mentality knows no capacity. Your clock races, you are the pace.
Childhood to adulthood. Your life, your speed. -props

 

[Speed King]

Drops mic, nothing left to say. You?re a self made, king. Your Mentality knows no capacity. Your clock races, you are the pace.
Childhood to adulthood. Your life, your speed. -props

Same to you. Very deep, if not already stated.

 

[Howsway]

Thank you much appreciated speed king! I can tell you are a good writer as well