First we are okay then we’re not cool.
If I say something, then I could be wrong.
If I say nothing, people just continue on.
Y’all know who this is and why I am writing.
Writing is my way of fighting.
Verbally against the negativity that’s my emotions.
I swear I be better off in a galleon in the ocean.
The waves be hitting me pretty hard .
First comes being content then it’s like Arrgh.
Why can’t it just stay consistent?
You think I like being be pessimistic?
I don’t just wake up and wanna be with my head down.
Let me listen to those LP sounds
Feeling numb right now ,I need a place for my head.
It’s just easier to run straight to my bed.
Trying to break the habit of grabbing that can.
Can’t you understand?
What it means to this broken man.
How much longer can he stand?
Broken voice
Feel like I got no choice.
No one cares
No one is there
I’m just breaking down right now.
Just wanna fight my way out.
Leave out the negativity but mention the rest.
Gosh Fricken Darn it , I’m trying my best
At least I’m not dead but tomorrow is not promised
I’m looking for some form of calmness.
So I can be the best version of me .
The one you don’t see.
The one you think is make believe.
The one who claims his destiny.
Peace✌🏾
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