Dedicated to Ako_si_SINO thanks a lot man.
It's 3 in the morning and here with my hands bleeding,
I'm in the darkness alone and cold while I look at the cealing.
A family that doesn't care, friends so call,
that laugh at me,
I'm in this nightmare of a life and I can't seem to be happy.
I'm only a teenager who has a million and one problems,
And the blade that I hold in my hand is the only way I can solve them.
Broken promises of a life that I'll have till I die,
Shattered love and a twisted heart, all I can do is cry.
The sands of time running low in the hour glass of hopeless,
But the art is real and with a silver paintbrush I add another design to my wrist.
In school, the looks and comments I get it's very hard to hold back tears,
I try to act the way they want, but on one never cares.
3 in the morning my thoughts are roaming around like ghosts,
Living this life or killing myself, which is worse?
Tears and blood mix together while I sit in the dark in defeat,
And what's hurting the most is the 3 a.m thoughts, tomorrow I'll have to repeat.
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Life At Desiigner out.
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Soulful Whispers
PoetryA small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks❤
