This poem is about to get real dark
Can’t you tell by all the marks.
Marks left by the knife on my hand.
Trying to keep hope alive, I don’t think I can.
All I see is the scars left behind.
On the skin surface and even in the mind.
There are no good times. It won’t be okay .
This is how it really is day after day.
Y’all tell me to get over it. Boy , you really care.
Let me tell you the same thing when yo ass falls down the stairs.
You suppose to be there for me and yet you ain’t at all.
It’s only me that’s going to fall.
You don’t got have to worry about a thing.
Shit, I’m not trying to fuck up your vibe or anything.
Just need me a girl and meaningful relationship instead I fuck up and they leave man.
They always fucking leave man.
Don’t you get it ? There is no happiness.
Just overwhelming sadness.
Have patience?!
My brain at the moment, I just wanna erase this.
Heart is hardened, yet it still shattered.
What love man, like it really mattered.
You can say what you want about this post.
Mostly likely be ignored and left alone at most.
Think is for some kind of attention
What the hell you on with that grave miscalculation.
Unless you know what it is don’t even talk.
Why you still talking shit for, take a damn walk.
yeah the lines I’m writing are unstable .
A smile. Hahaha . nah I’m unable.
not going to fake it for someone to like me.
I don’t aim to please.
Not here for you to tease.
I may be sad and mad but hey I’m free....
Peace✌🏾
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