Writing for my psyche

You knew I needed to write for my psyche

Yet you chose to turn your back on me

For that, you're no longer my concern

Pay back is a bitch

In the end, your soul will burn

You pissed off a poet

And your going to know it

Enjoy your new lover

You're about to truly suffer

How dare you?

You knew writing sets me free

You awoken something inside of me

A long time ago, I tried to bury

I thought my writing sucked

No one will ever connect with me

No one will ever give a fuck

But here you undeniably are

On my soul, you're carving a new scar

You knew I needed to write for my psyche

Yet you chose to turn your back on me

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