Locked by emotions

I don't know what to do.

I'm locked by my emotions when it comes to you.

I'm at a standstill.

I even question my own reality from seeing and feeling the things I do.

Visions flash so fast and feelings start to come through. 

It's misery, it's aching and water starts to brew.

Snap outta it, you're crazy why do you do this to you?

Locked by my emotions and the visions race through.

A jagged knife stabbing and slicing, please stop it's hurting, these visions I become unglued. 

Why I feel for you?

I don't want to anymore but watching you go hurts even more so I just endure.

I'm stuck here in this astral spot while everyone is passing by so fast and I can't even get through.

Not even to you the one who claims they see but it's not true. 

If you did you'd understand everything and I wouldn't have to say a word to you.

This one very thought that made me question you.

You're not the man I met or maybe this is you.

Living fast, running hot, gambling lives, thinking it won't come back for you.

Nieve you'll believe me after it catches you.

Everything down the drain you've manifested.

Even I helped you but you wouldn't know that because I didn't tell you the works I've done for you.

The one who got onto me saying you can feel my blues. 

I got tired of trying to show you what's true, giving everything in my soul for you. 

So I don't speak much. 

Not much to say when you feel and see the things I do.

Trying to cut this cord and not care so much but it's hard when it comes to you.

Fuck it, have fun.

Yeah it's easy for you.

You don't have to feel what I do.

You're blessed with friends and hoes but I'd rather be safe than sorry on how you do. 

My thoughts, my prayers and blessing to keep you safe from life's negative stabs.

You say don't speak such words it makes it come true, then how the fuck does someone warn you?

We don't, I guess.

We just hang our heads low and pray it doesn't come true. 

I'm not crazy I was proven that for sure June 11th 2020.

Thought ran through my mind, I asked myself what the fuck is wrong with you?

Nothing at all because it came true. 

My fucked up thoughts, visions and feelings are true.  

I started seeing the future at three.  

Jason my imaginary friend turned out to be my stepson.

Nineteen my worst vision as a child came true.

So you can't tell me the shit I see isn't true. 

I know I'm not right all the time.

I'm still human. 

All the negative events just made me more in tune.

Know before knowing or without being informed.

I hate having to say these words but I have to.

I see and feel when you're fucking around with other women.

I wish I didn't.

You don't know the pain I go through. 

The words come out of your mouth and you think I believe you.  

I get it, you're not trying to hurt feelings.

I know the truth even before your lips move.

I really do hate this connection I have with you. 

You literally don't understand.

No matter how I try to say it to you.

A month ago I called you crying because it hurts to see you go.

You were fine then saying you understand if I have to let you go.

Now you just get mad and I really don't understand why.

Although I have a clue.

Actions speak louder than words.

I really don't mean shit to you.

This isn't make-believe.

Why would I make up so much negativity?

You think I want to feel this?

Having a love for you that just feels blue?

Love shouldn't feel blue.

Yeah you've replaced me or trying too.

I don't blame you.

You turned me this way to you.

In your eyes, I've turned as your negative.

You have in mine too. 

Only because love shouldn't feel blue.

I don't hate you for being a free man.

I just hate myself for falling in love with you.

And how I let myself go through what I do.

One day I hope you can see the things I do.

They call it a gift being psychic but is it really?

When you see and feel the fucked up shit I do.

You're not the only one I'm psychic with.

I'm just psychic it fucking sucks to see you and another woman flash before my eyes.

I just wish you would ease up on me.

You pushed me away for make believe.

Then blamed me, pointed fingers but actions are louder than words.

I really don't mean shit to you.

Get mad all you want to.

But really what's to be mad at?

Mad because it's true. 

Thinking your anger covers the real intentions under you.

You're wrong, really?

It's all the same if not worse.

Prove to me how I'm wrong.

You can't. 

Your words don't mean shit they never do.

Excuse after excuse.

At least you don't have to feel how I do.

You're just using me and you have since that day

I told you this was coming.

And it did just how I saw it.  

Sex was amazing then it died down.

Ain't fuckin, seeing me let alone fuckin talk to me.

All of this because I told you I don't like what I see.  

Called me crazy

You call it make-believe.

So you said I have no faith in you.

But what's to have faith for when you don't do the shit you say you do.

You ain't got time for make-believe you'll replace me but for what? 

The truth?

Fuckin sad when I think of you.

Now I'm the crazy one in your eyes.

You don't like me.

I feel it coming off you.

Or you just simply don't care.

You did all this. 

I'm not stupid call me crazy all you want but hey I know the truth.

You just deny it because apparently you believe your own lies?

Maybe you're the crazy one because you don't see the shit that you do.

It's an Aquarius thing.

My ex would do the same thing.  

Do and treat as he pleases.

Then when confronted you spit lies and say you just didn't do the things you just did.  

Then blame me.

I have to let you go before I blow my brains out for the visions that come through.

I can't take it anymore what you do to me.

You're just a user and I can't deal with the love I have for you and the visions that come through.

I curse you that your next life you get to feel everything and see everything I have too.  

Then you would completely understand I'm not crazy at all just very strong intuition and clairvoyance.

A gifted curse.