My friend slit his own throat, and I must admit it’s hard to fucking cope
My homegirl started sucking my ex’s dick, yeah it stings but gee I wonder does she swallow or spit?
I fucked a boy that I was crushing on for 7 months, it turned out my “thot behavior” costed me a friendship
I discovered the definition of “home boy” and I guess that was crossing the line, I must admit that didn’t even cross my mind
Thoughts of suicide run through my head especially on late nights when I cry in bed
I’m miles away from the only people that have my back, it makes me feel vulnerable to any attack
I hate who I have become, I must admit my legs burn from how much I run
I run from my problems
I run from my emotions
I run from my own devotions
I try to give you all my best smile and it works for a while
But somewhere along the line I have been labeled as a big joke
People assume my loyalty is some big hoax
Maybe it is
My friend, I should have answered my fuckin phone
Girl, I should have just left you alone
Yeah I let my crush bust a nut, he wanted to and so did I
He didn’t even know how long he caught my eye
Don’t worry this isn’t a love letter, I know better
I like pretty faces, I go through weird phases
I don’t have an explanation for my actions
I don’t know the laws to attraction
I just wanted a fucking distraction
I am more than an emotional mess
I am more than my own distress
I don’t want to close my self out but every day I am reminded of my doubts
Please just put me to rest
- Author: Chicha (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 2nd, 2020 23:39
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 58
Comments1
This is great. There's such anger and emotion here. But also vulnerability and a sense of loss. You've a great way with words. It reads well.
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