Pray We Outlive the Red Roses

de(PRESSED)

My chest is heavy sometimes,
Soul is tired,
I feel lonely sometimes,
PRESSED!
Like an iron to a pair of slacks,
Just tryna relax,
From all the anxiety attacks,

A silent killer,
You won't even hear a whisper,

When that hurt gets harder to bear,
Glances at nothing turn into stares,
When you've prayed all your prayers,
A decrease in your cares,

Like you wanna sleep and never awaken,
Mind and nerves shot,
Like a black man by a cop......,

......"Who feared for his life",

.......Well so do I,

A black man in America,
Can't find ways to speak on his depression,
Childhood trauma,
Suffers in silence,
Trying to fix his own problems,

Holding on tight,
He can't let go,
For he knows,
It's a reason he's still on this earth.

Sen.