I just sit there and think to myself, what did I do?
Why am I sitting here crying cuz you?
Why am I feeling upset and tortured all because of you?
Why do I feel like I got no outs when it comes to you?
Why does it feel like I’m always angry cuz of you?
Always frustrated because of you?
Always sad cuz of you?
Always feeling pain cuz of you?
Why are u the one putting me through, something, so hard tht I can’t take it no more.
That I feel like I csnt live here no more.
That I can’t sleep here no more.
I can’t breathe here no more.
Why does it feel like there’s nothing that I wanted more, then to get away from you and all of this foolishness.
All of this fakeness.
All of these different faces.
Showing me different emotions.
Like you’re stuck under a potion.
Even tho I’m giving you my full devotion.
About the Creator
Karim OT
Aim high. Work hard. Dare to succeed.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven4 days ago in Fiction
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