The Things That Hurt Me

Poem By LoKis White

It's time for me to get away from all the things that hurt me
I know Itama didn't want me to feel this pain when she birth me
It's time for me to live my life for me not for anyone else
I tired living for you and it felt like I kept shooting myself
It seems like you don't want to work for anything in life that's good
You want everything to be handing to you it's funny you really believe it should
Sorry I can't waste any more time on you; you refuse to understand
You keep saying you know what you want yet you still have no plan
Tell me what you gonna' do? Will please help you. I want you to see
The things you do. Better yet you do you I do me
I should have motivated myself instead I was trying to motivate you
You didn't appreciate me I can't blame for the wasted time I blew
Love should have been a blessing us not a curse me
It's time for me to get away from all the things that hurt me

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