when my words get buried beneath my tongue
blocking my senses, aging up the boy so young.
they find no solace in anyone’s ear,
no one to hear, breathe, smoke and tears.
I swallow it up then hoping them to cure,
they stuck in my throat, they tryna choke me for sure.
harder to feel, numb to believe,
no one to talk, nothing to achieve.
since so long I have no one except myself,
it’s like I am bored of myself!
it’s like I am gonna choke it myself!
it’s like I am gonna kill myself, like am gonna kill myself!
do you even feel so alone?
aren’t tired of all the dramas that you been watching so long?
didn’t you lack the courage to cut the crap?
my friend when the morning comes, I hope you’ll be back to normalcy!
don’t you feel cursed when these anxieties suck your feelings,
it’s like you are avoiding yourself, when all you’ve got is yourself.
when words drip from the soul, they don’t know formalities,
free flow darling, free flow!
verses and paragraph and feelings combined,
I write my sorrows. I write my anxieties.
maybe I didn’t find the correct rhyme,
maybe you didn’t like when it’s not perfect chime.
what do you do when you feel low,
either you break down or you cry.
you want to die, you don’t feel the correct vibe,
proving the assumptions wrong, every time.
just a random dude writing sad poems,
unaware of self, finding out what inside part of me have been stolen.
when the things don’t go right, I put on my paper so white,
things that I didn’t find ways to put outside, they come out when I write!