Solitude
A point of view
No one around, what else is new.
Stuck inside my head.
My feelings are dead
Rumbling stomach cause I got no bread.
I hate feeling like this.
Being baited out like fish
No warm embrace, just a cold wet kiss.
What is Love ?
A gift from the heavens above.
Yet all I want is a meaningful hug.
I can’t even get that.
On the defense from all these attacks.
Trying to understand the facts.
Trying not to get too attached.
I’m not normal, why can’t I be understood ?
Always with the answer but never any help
I wish a nigga would.
Seriously....
feel myself slipping away
Holding on struggling through out the day
Opening my mouth, I really wanna say.
Everything will be okay.
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