Based off a true story:
To be honest I don't think you would understand
It's hard, I try to avoid my feelings so they won't get in the way, but it's like I've avoided them too long and now they feel neglected and wont come back, but to be honest I don't think you would understand.
How I stand up ten times after being knocked nine; the silent cries, midnight talks to myself about how things went left. Drowning myself in music just so my thoughts couldn't take over, but to be honest I don't think you would understand.
"Why are you smoking ''? I let that catch me off guard but watch how this catches you off guard. Momma on drugs and pops facing fifteen years now you tell me which is the better option: let my thoughts eat me up or let the weed take me out of this world like I long to be, but to be honest I don't think you understand.
I'm the big brother, I constantly remind myself of the weight on my shoulders just to keep me going. If I don't get up and get it for them then who will?; see it's hard to understand without asking questions, but to be honest I think I'm scared for you to understand
See I been hurt before not just heartbroken, but abandoned and left alone to fend for myself ever since the age of six, thats crazy right the way I'm dying inside but the outside hasn't decayed that's crazy right how I can put a smile on my face and go about day, but to be honest that's my story to understand.
How a boy became a man, how a child became aware. How much does something have to be exposed to before you can clearly see that it has altered them. I'm a soldier, a fallen angel whose wings have been worn down due to the weight from holding the tears back for all these years, but to be honest there's no understanding that.
But understand this no matter how many times I try to tell my story or even a glimpse of it I'm ignored or put off until a later date. But when it's all said and done imma lay in my casket alone with my story told or untold. With a cold heart I look at the world and ask myself do I really wanna take this battle today, so before you assume everything is good over here try to understand it was never good from the beginning.
But that doesn't make me misunderstood, it makes me a warrior. What makes me misunderstood is that I'm full of love, but low on trust thus the life of a misunderstood young man.
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