Restless thoughts

Narcisa

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 Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2020 23:39
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Clara

    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.

    • Narcisa

      Thank you for reading



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