I dont reminisce this typpa love that comes and go
I would rather be a b** *** that what you gonna call me  after i trip away
This love ***** and its **** even harder after heartbreak
You  only live once
Dont stress over one lil body yet the world got over 7 billion people.

Alone, nowhere to go
I call it the end
Wait for it



Death.....

Am i a drug,
People just continue to use me.

Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night