McKennaThomae1999
That moment when I want to take my old friend out and let him write my feelings on my arm. It's the only friend it tells my stories about my people don't like me. I hate it I hate how people talk about my rap the way they look at me. I don't feel safe any were not even in my own home. The only thing I got to help me think is to go out and run it i drop. I walk in the rain on my sad days then no one can tell that i'm crying. I need help but there's no one I got to talk to
