Cope

My life is a perfect mix of happiness and depression

Like when freedom meets oppression 

Or when secrets meet confession

I just cant have one without the second

Everything goes so smooth

Like high grades in school

But then my happiness decides to move...or just go away for a while

Then next thing you know, my engine making strange sounds

So i just turn the radio up, but my car breaks down

Here we go again

Outside with my head in the hood

And my watery eyes in a stare 

But my eyes only watery because its pollen in the air

Don't get it twisted. 

So I take it to the shop

They say 350 dollars

Few hours later, I pay it then get in my car and start it 

Guess what

Same fuggin problem 

Manager says "well i told you its not a guarantee"

I looked at the front desk lady, she said "I'm sleep"

I said "Mama, come slap this fools into next week"

Speaking of next week, that's when my paper was due

But then i realized, only last week that was true 

I wrote that reminder about a week ago

Man i just wanna shmurder myself

Whats wrong with my Life

I just can't get right 

I really can't get right, and that's a bit of shame

But i guess that's the reason for my twitter name

And then i gotta write these poems everyday

So don't trip if they late

Then i gotta meet deadlines for my frat

And this sharp pain returned to my back

Cant really move but i still gotta pack

Because the negativity in your life can't control how you act

We need pain to enjoy peace

We need exhaustion to enjoy sleep

We need sickness to appreciate health

But u need nothing to appreciate self

Allow yourself to be happy even in the worst times

Because there is always somebody out there dealing with worse times

So just smile until the day you're taking your hurst ride

Life is a perfect mixture of happiness and depression.

But which one will be your lasting impression?