This week I had a little bit of a breakdown and of course, I wrote a poem. It’s therapeutic when I’m down. Here’s what I wrote. I also made a video reciting this, Link Here https://youtu.be/k52je4nWdac

Breakdown:

I can’t control when this depression comes

But I can tell you how it make me feel

It be having me want to grab a gun and kill the man in the mirror

I feel so fucked up to the point I got my momma looking at me in terror

I wish I could say I can beat the voices inside of my head

But every time we come face to face I get put to bed

As the tears roll down my face

I just need space

Is the only thing I say

It’s easy for you to look in and say i need this and that but you don’t feel this pain

You don’t know my demons

I wish I had a better reason

For why I no I can’t say that

I’m just trying to escape

After eight years it just feels like I’m running in one big circle

I just wanna say pops why wasn’t my dreams enough

I didn’t ask God to be this big

I just feel so sick

No I just feel like shit

Because I wasn’t enough of a son to live up to your dreams

A big waste of space is the shit I heard daily

I feel like a failure

The past got me in a chokehold

I wish I could say I won’t fold

But I don’t know any more