We all have a reason to suffocate our lungs.
TO PRETEND YOU ARE HAPPY.
TO BE HONEST, I'M GLAD I'M NOT IN ANY OF YOUR MINDS.
What hurts is the saying "THEY ONLY CARE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD."
I CAN BE GONE ON THE ROADS, WAITING FOR MY NAME TO POP IN YOUR BRAINS.
I can't provide my presence on your screen, but remember when I held it down.
I get high to release my other self that is harming.
Then again, I do stress to not have anybody to love.
I heard that my brain wants me single, single of a mindset.
Keep it at rest.
When I never bothered anyway to see you, never could of thought what's wrong with me.
I remember when I stood in the staircase in Philly crying while these white people walked by me, not glaring, or any slow walking occurred.
YOU ARE READING
Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
