it's crazy, since birth he's been crying
just more quieter now,
these times he's dealing w/
can't be fixed w/ a convo or a smile.
it's just a look around,
alone on his bed
"God why me, who did i offend"
what's good in a life,
if you don't want to live it in the end
dead eyes in the mirror, lookin' at his reflection
"you think you can be a hero,
then save us from eviction"
the battle for winning is long,
but he'll fight til the bitter end.
he was blessed w/ potential
on the field, he cleared out his woes
off the field, his targets arose
as that cycle got longer,
it's hard to stay composed.
ever seen a man kill himself softly ?
you haven't? then that says something
it won't be long before
he confides in the reaper for his own peace.
offers start coming in,
his name sold more than books on a shelf,
in a few years
he can move mom in a new home
w/ superbowls & promos
wrapped around his belt,
but no one thought of his mental health,
just the three w's
'who, where & when'
& if he falls off
we'll never see him again,
good riddance for him.
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Poesiathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
