Oh it's you again, you wondered where I went. I wanted to leave, and you pretended like you didn't know what I meant. So I make a last ditch effort and try my best to run. Maybe I can take myself out, maybe shoot myself with a gun. At least if I'm dead I don't have to deal with the pain. I wish I could explain why it's like this in my brain. But the one chasing me is chained to my person. You said, "You're stuck with me and now I'm your burden." Just as the feeling of hopelessness sets in. I start to give up thinking that the universe wins. Another is chained to the second, but wants to run ahead. Their speed is dizzying and filling me with dread. So they start to freeze up and come to a sudden stop. Sometimes I wish I could do a brain swap.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
