tonight I sit again the same thoughts going round and round in my head...
my demons becoming friends the darkness shrouding my soul...
the more I pick up this pen letting it all go the more I feel alone...
i swear lately I've become a rock just laying on the ground useless just picked up and dropped...
people say they can't be around because I'm negative..
but they don't understand the flashbacks because to them its not relevant
they were never beaten and raped by there relatives
they had a mom and dad who always loved and cared for them never beat them with objects.. had weekly visits to the hospital to see pictures of a broken skeleton...
never had to say "I fell out of a tree to the doctor or a teacher for the hell of it"...
man I'm sick and tired of the judgement...man
fu** it....
that's real talk 💯💀
John tennant
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
