Poem

L/L is for love/ the love that you showed to me/ the love and effort you put toward your deceit I/ I is just that/ I was the one played for a fool/ I was the only one blinded from the truth E/ E is for everyone/ everyone only sees this fake image of yourself […]

I need to open up/  things went right in the wrong direction/  too many nightmares turned into reality/  while I didn’t step up I missed the blessing/  but my dreams inspire my mentality/  I’m more than unstable/  it’s so easy to knock my problems off the table/  sweep it under the rug like it’s going

Why is it that we hurt the ones that love us the mostWhy is it that after, we want to hold them closeWhy is it that we drag them through our bullshitWhy is it that when they can’t take it anymore, we lose itWhy is it that when we leave for good, we end up

There’s too many rainy days in my sunny forecast,  there’s too many things that I’ve started that won’t last,  there’s too many stops on my worn brake pads,  every day it seems to be more of the same,  and everyday i try to maintain,  but every similar issue has its differences,  and every different solution

I’m feeling the pressure like an unprepared professor at their very first lecture,  as my anxiety begins to build and tests my will I discover what are my tendencies that time has instilled,  it’s like I’m a stranger to myself who has issues with mental health and no instruction manual on my bookshelf,  looking back

You the worst, you ain’t shit, you took my heart and abused it, you took my time and used it, I lost my mind with you, I don’t feel as fine with you, guys tell me all the time cuz I’m with you, all I do is make sacrifices, what have you given up, if

I’m in love with the woman of my dreams,  The problem is that I can’t seem To hold on to her,  She comes and goes like seasons,  But I feel like at times,  she’s been corrupted by others’ thoughts and views,  and disregards the things that I believe in,  and When I wake up in

My hands are on my back and my shoulders,  the temperature is getting cold but my heart is so much colder, I don’t have anyone to pick me up when I need some lifting,  but the empty whiskey bottles leave me with a good feelin,  as I ride down the long road,  my path of

You keep pushing me away,  you keep pushing me to do things I don’t want to do,  you put me in this place,  I’m supposed to have this happy home,  but when I’m at home I feel like such a stray,  taking it day by day,  searching the internet to see if I’m the right

Why do I feel alone Whether it’s my parents not wanting me to make the same mistakes they made even though I’m on a completely different path or have unrealistic expectations that I could never live up to Or maybe because my sex drive and confidence are as low as they ever could have been