Step into the mind of a certified skit
Bruises all on me and I feel like shit
Chrome on my hip
Wanna see blood drip
Pills in my stomach and i start to feel sick
Cheif 10 spliffs
And I kill the whole fifth
Slit my whole wrist
Like i flip the whole zip
Rest in piss
The grim reaper wants his
Brain severely rattled
Homie everydays a battle
Bruise me like a apple
Heard you laughing like a jackal
Grapple with a tadpole
Had my face up in the gravel
Bad thoughts i can tackle
Being fragile I cant handle
Blood on my clothes
I cant stay composed
I beg to let go but
My body is froze
I feel so exposed
Im riddled with anxiety
Quietly fighting...
Im riddled with anxiety
Quietly fighting
These demons are guiding me
Im riddled with anxiety
Im quietly fighting
While demons are guiding me
Some suffer silently
And cant see the irony
Screaming for help
In our privacy
Reacting primally
And hatred entirely
Engulfs my entirety
Head pounding violently
Downward im spiralling
This the last page of my diary
Crippled by depression
Im second guessin
My self expression
Never learn my lessons
Constantly stressin
Could use some affection
Searching for blessings
And coming up empty
Suicide tempts me
Im riddled with anxiety
Quietly fighting...
Im riddled with anxiety
Quietly fighting
These demons are guiding me
Highly depressive
And feeling real reckless
Screaming for help
But no one caught the message
Scared of my psyche
Im feelin defenseless
When I aint here
Hope that you all regret it