I know you're sad.
I'm sad.
Betrayed by myself.
You cannot get tired of yourself, you are the only one who can change your world.
Walking on this earth gets tiring huh?
Waiting for love from your parents, not the same huh?
I kept asking myself "what is the meaning of my life?"
I've gotten over you, this is about me.
You ever had to break your own stubbornness?
That cell block made me think of the attention I'll get once I get out.
The attention you get is so unwanted.
I felt unloved by my own people.
I only called my best friend and his brother because I know everybody else is unsatisfied with my presence.
Funny enough I know the person I called probably regrets answering that incoming jail call.
My worst enemy in there was my mental.
I hate living, but hey I'm here for the weed.
I'll get over it.
Promise me you'll give it all you can give, the loss of my life will not affect many.
Growing up you will have to break yourself, be uncomfortable in situations and adapt a habit you do not want.
You'll find another life.
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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...
