Tomorrow is my birthday
Its just another rough day
I have to be tough but hey
I’m getting to the point I’ve had enough I say.
Carrying all this weight on my shoulders mentally I’m buff.
It feels like the weight of 100 boulders.
I try to carry it all like my hands are two holders.
I’m about to be 19 and haven't became a thing who knew .
I’m about to give in fuck it im through.
Nobody would care only a small few.
I don’t have any family just a small crew.
But I even block them out won’t let them past my wall.
I hide behind it fighting a one man brawl.
I think its time to let it fall.
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Author:
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Comments1
Really good poem. I hope you have a happy birthday, you're just starting out in life. Powerful write. Thanks for sharing.
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