Grim confession 4ria

I turned my silence into rage
Over the course of seven days
And many years ever since birth
I've been itching for a change
And I'm concerned
What's worst
Feeling wicked or hurt?
What's cursed
My predicament or presistence to yearn?
Hard to be sure how I come across
When the vision is blurred
Been so distant
No kidding look at these bridges i've burned
I self serve all these writtens with thе rhythms I nurse
I put these words on thе paper
Then deliver this work

While my feelings trickle donw
Like the faucet drips
I won't stick around
Like water, flows will pour
With these wicked sound
As I dig around the vicious truth
With a twisted frowns
Sick of you bitches
Still on this mission
Within the limits that were built around
Wishes that I found
Like the regimen from my trips way down
Still profound
This vengence is gentle
But spills and drowns my contnentment