Burn Poem by Nautica Moxley

I gave up a lot,
I lost me,
I don't what I should do,
Or who I should see,
I don't need a therapist,
But do need a goal,
Something that motivates me to gain some self-control,
I gave up my heart,
Poured my everything into it,
Now I'm alone,
Gave up my trust,
Until they blow it,
So much of me I give to the world,
But where's the benefits,
Where the all they owe this girl,
I'm on my own,
Nowhere to turn,
Guess I betta get my usher on,
Cuz this sad cold life,
It's time to let it burn.