The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Heavy

I'm with my eyes stuck in the pillow,
Because my father told me to sell the tickets to the concert I was going to see,
Saying "you're lucky" and I'm like, how...
You won't do so well

I want to throw up,
I feel a wound in my mouth,
And I think I have hiccups,
This heavy shit it's rough.

I want them to shut the fuck up,
Because everyone talks to themselves, Releasing their ideas with egocentricity packs,
They would have to keep it quiet,
I only need to sleep, please...

So I can go to a place where I don't have to notice my belly growling,
Potentially dead,
Love is the only good thing that happened in my life,
So why I also complain about that...