I didn’t think I was
but when you asked what I had, I brought this...
no it’s not bought but a still a gift.
maybe not for you specially. It would be for those hurt for those Who cut there wrist or can’t find words so they clench their fist the ones that don’t fight back and take hits or the one who are alone they light the blunt and take a hit.
Because I know how I feels to hate ones self.
But I also what it’s like to hate feeling sorry for your self.
one problem we all got in common is our mental health.
my question is how did this all begin?
why do like to repeat history maybe if we gamble one more time the excitement of we might not win.
My head deep in thought on how I could be better and my chest touches my chin.
Can’t teach an old dog new tricks
that scares me the most so I try to learn every day and try everything is a risk
a risk... like legit a risk and no wonder they want nothing to do with me is this as good as I can get.
then again fuck their opinion focus on my inner voice.
but he just as disappointed pull the trigger if he had the choice.
we started with a bang what if we ended it in that way too.
ironic... would it be another begging?