i wanna reach a level
where I don't feel shit,
when I go through my 5th grade pictures.
i wait on that
"damn son, you've come far" thought,
which never comes through.
nah, i did come far,
just not in the direction I wanted.
i miss being devoid of all
the hate I have in me right now.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
