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I Talk Back
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Clayton Jennings
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If you've ever felt like you're at war with the spiritual Then you're not alone My whole life I've been at war with something within Depression, anxiety, they talk to me And sometimes I talk back I can feel a presence, it's rising in me I shove the Devil back, quit lying to me I conceal weapons for peasants dying to bleed You took my life, my eyes, now I'm trying to see Two Pit bulls alive inside fighting in me Spirit and the flesh upset, both trying to breed Heavеn and Hades, which is abiding in me? Thirty-three, still a baby, I hide undеr sheets Anxiety inside of me, alive underneath I feel like Floyd, I'm dying to breathe I'm so annoyed, suicidal, been trying to leave Puking from pills, I'm sinking but still dry when I heave Cascade my casket and cry while you grieve Competition's the only group that will take a sigh of relief 'Til I come back and haunt 'em while I fly through the trees Of All Saints Cemetary Like the legendary Harry Carray Helter Skelter preliminary Face is pretty, mind is scary When did mania and the demonic decide on getting married? I'm putting these demons in the dirt, this time you're all getting buried They rip me, shred me, tear me Kid me, dead me, dare me To play Russian roulette with this revolver I'm rushin' to let myself out of the counsel of scoffers Money, sex, and self, I've had so many offers I hate the lies and these lonely nights Depression morbidly disguised as the Lord of the Flies But I'm just a maggot, I can't hack it Thirty-three years of anxiety, I look back, and it's tragic Thirty-three tears for the fears and the magic Took friction to light me like a matchstick On a mission to fight back against hasbeens Never listen to critics, give no attention to trash bins Blew past other poets, left 'em in the past tense Grew up with a tense past Grew up with a sick dad MS memories from the past hit like whiplash I scream at these thoughts, "Get back!" I scream at these thoughts, "Get slapped!" Jamie or junkies, I'd never risk that A god and garbage are mismatched No wonder you and me didn't last Lucifer's a liar, I used to sing in her choir Girls in designer can still have demons inside her ValhLAHA's my destiny, I came out the fire Your words don't impress me, I'm a wordsmith, a writer Your words don't press me, I'm on fire, a fighter I wake up, roll over, man, I'm sick to my stomach Stumble to the bathroom, slump, and I vomit Open my meds, if you name it, I'm on it In denial, a goner, I'm on fire, need water Bad person, bad husband, good father Only alive 'cause I think of my daughter Up-down-up, been known to teeter-totter Hard to keep going, every day it gets harder I love life, but I hate mine I got to get better, it's about time I got a fanbase growing from the north to the southside Canceled suicides, saved lives Forget the fame, man, that's always been the highlight Forget my name, could care less about my life Listen you liars, let this be a lesson I'm done with this anxiety, goodbye to depression Past for glasses, now it's all seethrough Depression for a pistol, heart to conceal you 2020 vision, but I still couldn't see you I hate you, I love you, could still never leave you Because you tell me that you love me, and I somehow believe you
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