I have no tears left.
Just like i have no will to try.
give me one last… life saving cry.
the breath of life.

one moment of solace from my tortured mind.
time outside.
im earl sweatshirt in 2015 but i wanna be earl at 29.

try a little tenderness. 
My soul’s been tenderized by some words of malice. 
My heart drained drip by drip.
that slow and painful, loosening grip.
the bottomless pit.
the endless abyss. 
This is my heartbreak’s anonymous.
but i’m still sipping bottles i come with.
my pain is consuming my conscious. 
I’m too low to funtion.
im assuming it’s gonna be from deans list …
to kanye in 04 that way im moving through this.
my numbered days have been counted. 

i think my book may be finishing. 
My light diminishing.
like near’s making plans to bring me nearer to the plot line thickening.
i hear the clock hands slow as time slows from ticking.
i went from thicket diving, to losing myself
up in the thick of this.
1:37 freestyling, 
i hope my pen leaves a piece of my better parts behind.
and maybe my talent doesnt go completely wasted.
the end of the road.
i swallow the ink just so i remember the taste of it.
the way the pad played therapist.
since 2006.
since 13
maybe earlier too 
but the pad my truest of boos.
ill miss u