Strip me of my happy.
Tell me just how much I’d have to give to get it back. 
Remind me that it would still not be enough.
I like it rough.
But the rough is getting tough.
Hope ya’ll stay up.

Shoulders getting heavy 
From all the shit we carry from early ages.
Been troubled since younger.
We are no longer comfy dancing with the demons that were set upon us.
Take a peak into my better days and tear from the cultured pages.
The way forward is excelling in my purpose, and letting the pen take ya breath away like winded lungs.
We came from skipping high school lunches.
to making sure my people eat like it’s a Fourways brunch for all my day ones. 
Sometimes it be like the hell hole could swallow me whole.
Somedays I find victories in the smallest sums. 
I loved being loved by the sun.
Even if sometimes that feels like my only love.
How do i warm my battered heart as it grows cold?
Mad at the world that stole its fun?

Forever giving praise to the most high.

Despite my shattered mind.

Despite unanswered prayers and betrayed timelines.

Things are beyond my earthly vessel, i just take things as they go and pass by.

My oh my.

It gets tiring being ahead of the pack but still coming up just shy.

I grew from a shy guy, to one of a kind, in a series of overnights.

I overthink the simple things and under-appreciate the divine guides.

The demons lead me astray, and haunt me at 3am, Prayer is playing my night light.

My light, both way, is flickering. The demons in the corner pointing and snickering! Like “look at what we did to David’s Life”

Like “look how we’re winning. He’s caught up and sinning. We took a great warrior and pinned him” the three count feels like forever when you’re on the losing side.

And finding myself again is a journey and I may need Shadow, Chance, and Sassy to bring me home this one time.

Getting laughed at!
Another track added to the sound track of my depression.
Never learning my lessons
At least not the eaiser way
David is the biggest trash bag.
david just needs to stay outta the way.
Problems are becoming heavy weight.
The album of my elongating in the worst ways.
I’m in my worst state.

She’s really God’s most perfectly crafted creation. I stand firm on that. Every moment i have to breathe her in fills me. She is as close to perfect as it gets. GOD DID. When he decided to make her. I can’t put into words just how beautiful a person she is. Heaven sent. Protected. Guided. I know she’ll be great

Steeping in my worsening ways.
There’s only so many strays my soul can take.
Brewing potions of liquid luck,
To battle the anger that’s deciding to stay.

Maybe some felix felicis could get me what my soul needs.
The pain folded me over, downed on my knees.
12 rounds deep with the demons I greet.
Disposable Dave the only epithet I see.

my value’s decreased.
self confidence is leaving. 
I pray the waves swallow me whole,
to save me the drowning and sinking. 
I use to drown my pain down the pharmacy sink.
2023 i realize it’s all up to me.

She was my sunrise.

As sure of a constant that i knew.

The air that breathed life into me daily.

The force that pushed me through.

My why. My how.

I blossomed like a flower to her sunrise. The light,both ways, she brought me was powerful. It filled me. It showed me a new way to love and respect myself. But now i Frank Ocean “wither” as your light withdraws from my life.

An old friend saw us together last night and was super excited at the prospect of us still being together. This morning that broke me. Because oh how i wish it were true. Oh what you mean to me, is what i wish i could mean to you.

Because you are as constant to my life as the cycles i go thorugh.

As low as lows get and as highest and my highs.

I forever believe in she and I.

My heart’s hardening.
Growing cold to the world that’s tearing it.
Going sleeveless so I no longer have to wear this shit.
Hear me out.