PILLOW TALK.

I thought I found myself, yet and still I’m lost.
So now I’m simply finding myself, On top of that paying the cost.

Amount Due: SLEEP.
Late night talk sessions with my pillow as if it could speak.
Speak how? Well………… back to me.
Seems when I’m in need, the friends they flee.

I must’ve forgotten about my goals, morals and priorities too.
Cause for a long while, with everything in my life I was through.
Didn’t give a fuck about a motherfucka, I’m smoking and dranking.
Bad mouthing all those folks tryna hate on me, roasting and ranking.

So if my pillow could talk it would tell you I cry.
Grown ass woman with tears in her eyes.
Raised to be strong, I’ve fallen short, I’m weak.
And to make matters worst, my future looks kinda bleak.

I mean honestly, where am I headed?
Trying to succeed in life, but no luck I keep hitting dead ends.
Watch my own back now; I no longer have a best friend….
And because of that my circle of associates, I’ll never extend.

My pillow knows my deepest thoughts.
Emotions running wild; I am distraught.
I’m a fighter; so yes the last few weeks I have fought.
Don’t want to cry no more, my tears I’ve caught.

“I’ve gotta come up out this heat; it’s a little too hot for me.”

Haven’t wrote in a while but I’m writing again.
Was at a low point in life, but I rise and I stand.
Motivated by a song, which delivered my soul.
Brought me back to reality, my heart was consoled.

So if my pillow could talk it’d tell you I changed.
Life no longer got me fucked up, stressed, and a lil bit deranged.
I’m hanging in there, maintaining, and I’m doing ok.
Don’t feel alone no more because I know other folks are feeling my pain.