Trigger Warning: ⚠️ it will have death in this poem. Please read with caution
I can pound the door.
Knock it out of the hinges.
But yet in a world of chaos I seem to be silent.I can give you my heart.
My mind
Even my soul.
But yet it's not enough.I can see myself in a coma.
No one is standing at my bedside.
Only the ones that was true to me but also the ones who mind is wrecked with grief.I can plea for an escape
To be with my Tete and bubba
But I know that they would be disappointed if I have left this wicked world so early.
Especially when my path isn't done just yet.So I slice my wrist.
Not to beg for an attention but to feel something when I am numb.I write but what for when no one sees my tears or my plea for help.
I am back drinking because it quiet the thoughts in my mind.
I care for my health.
But even after a change of diet.
I remain sick.I am running, running.
But running where.
I have started running when I was 12.
I get tired sometimes.
But I know I am running towards a home filed with love, peace and happiness.
I am running to find someone to take the reins andi can sometimes loose control.I know I have become a problem.
I know the people have given up on trying to save me.
I'm use to this.
But I am looking for a constant.
Someone that resemble a bit of my bubba.
A bit of my Tete
A bit of my ex Jess.I miss the letters
The songs
The poems
The just becauseBut sadly I see now that my love life is what they can take. what I can give.
No one love me unconditionally. Not like I love them. But someday will find that person. I will find my one.
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