If you hate me,
Then break me.
I will bleed.
And fake breathe.
So tell me.
If you hate me.
Don't save me.
One, two three.
Im laying
I fake breathe.
Because you hate me.
But dont tell me.
What i could be.
Or i should be.
I am just me.
I am bleeding.
If you hate me.
Then tell me.
Dont break me.
Or falsely
Tell me
That you love me.
Because i see
More than you think.
You hate me.
Because of what you see.
But i am just me.
I fake breathe.
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
