Remember the first time we hid our emotions
Those we trusted, appeared disgusted when we were pure
After such rejection approaching them didn’t make sense anymore
Weed listened, alcohol listened, bad people listened so we misbehaved
Screaming Hell is awaiting go ahead prepare grave
God didn’t speak up, we trying hard but broke as fuck
Went fishing for compliments but caught nothing, oh wait suffering
Studdering, hesitation, constant buffering
Until feelings for an ending took root below and above hovering.
Stories of peers ending books early alone feeling lost unworthy
I totally understand, from my family pushed away banned, slammed
So find me on posts releasing feelings Super Mario busting bricks feeble ceilings
Dealing in release, instead of rest in peace, until my depression cease, ceases to run my streets
A deep part of us linked through paper and pen, keyboard whatever medium hearts go large then hit send.
No matter how I want to leave
I always come back to write and read
Something about these lines we create worlds with
Amazes everyone wishing to understand why we exist and why we all will die.