I don’t like this transformation.
I hate what I have become.
I can’t breathe, my head hurts.
I can’t stop hating, I can’t stop screaming.
Tell me! Who am I suppose to be?
I hide this pain, but it comes out of me anyways.
I don’t want to be this person anymore.
I don’t want to hurt you no more.
I’m the only greatness that follows you around.
I just wish someone would understand me.
I don’t walk around with an S on my chest,
I have so much pain that makes me weak.
I can’t talk in this tone, or stand in your lines.
I can’t say that I like anything I say.
I confess that the creep is just me.
I confess I am the waste you hate to talk about.
I continue to make the same old mistakes, and
The results never change.
I don’t like me, and I hate these fears.
I lie to your face and smile on the inside.
I am that sound that causes you to cover your ears.
I am that devil that makes you hate so bad.
I get sick when I talk to anyone,
Some times I wish I was never here.
This is not the way things were suppose to plan out.
How is this safe?
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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