3 Months
The last 3 months
It’s been hard, I can’t front
I lost my brother
Watch the casket close on my brother
My tears and I were seeing each other more often
I was trying to keep my distance from my therapist
The only one that made me feel heard and shit
Cause I saw no point in bettering myself now
Rather wait till I move out
The more I try now, the more my heart says I hurt her
Feeling like I can’t win
Traumatized from my childhood
And told to forget, like these nightmares aren’t here
I threw away my knife so those thoughts aren’t near
I’m missing my old knife, I fear
The more I think about myself, the more the tears are out
So I form marijuana clouds in my mouth
To escape this world
When the smoke clears, I have tears rolling down my face
And nothing but dreams of my escape
Knees to chest curled up cause I’m fucking depressed
Work has me stressed
I barely have any energy left
To type on the keys
I just want to be free
Author, Blogger, and Poet from Landover, Maryland. Looking to make my childhood dreams my reality. I’ll be sharing my random thoughts, speeches, storytimes, stories, and plenty of Poetry.
