This one's part 2. Like the pain in my eyes, was just simple misting/ And not garnering support, was just my missing/ The mark with my words, even my cursive's getting curved/ It feels absurd, can't even have a birthday without the hurt/ And when you do for others anyway, because that's what they deserve/ Yet doesn't heal the wounds, then, all you feel is the hurt/ Coming back to earth, thought it was good, being down to earth/ But it's hard to be, when these meniscuses make it hard to leap, hard to land, without all of this hurt/24 Seeing a memorial for my friend, flowers from people who ignored her/ Or treated her like a jerk, that shit really hurts/ Didn't go to the wake weeks later, just took the day to hurt/ Tried to write, and simply couldn't do it, the impetus inside of me was ruined/ Tears in my eyes, kind of make it hard to concentrate, along with a splitting headache/ Thinking about a wake, thinking about I'd awake/ To that, as my first moment as 31, thinking, of course it'd be this way/ Historically, my birthday's tend to have some of my worst days/32 #aaromglover #part2 #16bars #misterhustleshit #64bars https://www.instagram.com/p/CZMA5rJO_u9/?utm_medium=tumblr
