Poem called Pain : my heart held pain like a nigga who chiefs, they never ever pass because the pain was too deep, that when they started to speak, their words tore up the street, no one could walk in my shoes or even walk with my feet, the pain hit me so hard and the pain was too steep, how do I get over this pain without love or belief, if I kill my self Ill be just a memory, a visual floating in peoples head, people will only remember me because im dead, but when im here im ignored I could never contain this, people only show love when your dead or famous, they want some money you make from being on stages, and to me everyones bullshit is contagious, goodness gracious, a new book with old pages, a torn shoe with no laces, a ugly girl who turns cute w/no braces, im checking spaces, looking for new faces, trying to find people to help me say shit.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 00:25:07 +0000