Denial

It Been A Minute Since I Wrote Something Worth Submittin…
As Of Late I Just Been Spittin…
Thinking About Quittin…
People Suggesting I Should Take Up Knittin..
Then I Took A Look At Past Submissions That Were Written..
I Realized My Problem I Was Trying Too Hard To Fit In..
So Here Goes Something That Most Likely Won’t Make Sense..
Some People Might Take Offense…
So Here Is My Apology In Advance..
Cause This Could Be My Last Chance..
Or A New Start…
Maybe Continue My Love For This Art..
Who Knows But Let’s Get To It..
I Fell Off And I Knew It..
I Continuously Fought To Accept That..
Constantly Cried Till There Was A River Where I Slept At…
Pillow Drenched Blanket Soaked..
Always Tried To Rhyme But I Always Choked..
Didn’t Know What To Do So I Smoked…
One Pack Came To A Finish..
As My Lungs Already Started To Diminish..
Second Pack Comes To An End…
Another 8 Bucks I’m Going To Spend..
The Taste Of Smoke And Tears Began To Blend..
Now I Sit Here Months Later Still Denying That Same Exact Fact..
I Fell Off And I Still Can’t Believe That..
Cause When I First Started It Was Rhyme After Rhyme..
Thought Process Never Wasted Time..
Now I’m Just Stuck With The Title..
As I Sit Here Fighting For My Survival..
Wishing Upon A Revival..
While I’m Still In Denial..
That Those Poetic Talents That Once Possessed This Body..
Took The Back Seat And Are No Longer Riding Shotty..
Leaving My Future Poems To Look Spotty..
Leave Me To Produce Garbage Lines Which Is Not Me..
But I Was In Denial And No One Could Stop Me..
My Poetic Career Was On A Downward Coaster..
Was So Close To Putting Up A Missing Poster..
But Still Till This Day My Skills Are Not What They Use To Be…
This Still Is PureSkillz23…
Don’t Think That Name Still Fits Me…
But It Is What It Is…
Y’all Can Do Whatever You Want With This…