anarchykidd wrote this poem a few months ago about the aftermath of losing someone within yourself.

Don't know what am feeling
I'm sorry but I'm leaving
I should've known
I should've stayed home
I thought that I could
I believed it was true
coming back wasn't the best
Now I'm drowning in the remains.

Somedays are good
Somedays are bad
Most of them feel like playing russian rulette
Every chance of getting the bullet
comes from the way I handled myself
way before my whole life was a mess.

I'm like a ticking time bomb
I'm holding my saviour for ransom
cant survive on my own
should've stayed home.