You know, I almost forgot I wasn't Shit.
But then you reminded me.
Pointing out all of my flaws, mistakes.
Remembering you ain't shit is always fun.
Breaking your spirit, crushing your soul.
Feeling like the most infinitesimal speck on the bottom of a shit covered shoe.
That's what I feel like thanks to you.
You probably haven't had a second thought while my heart broke.
Now covered in shit like the rest of me.
I heard your message loud and clear.
I ain't shit.
Got it!
Check!
Now the question is, will I allow you to make me stay in shit or should I rise above?
Rise above you say?
If I only it were that easy.
YOU ARE READING
Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
