Secrets The very word triggers a flood of nervous, guilty feelings.
Why?
Do we all hold some sort of deep secret?
We all have them, some have many, while some have just one, but that one
holds more intensity than gravity holding Earth together.

Our own self denial cannot run from this this very word.
We run from lies, love, and pain.
But truth be told,
We cannot even simply run from the word, let alone secrets themselves.

Destroy yourself or heal yourself up, by asking yourself
Why?
Why do I get so anxious about
Secrets?

Friends dip off
Guess they wasn't homies
dont be comin back and actin cool as if you know me
Unholy
I swear to god y'all ****** make it hard
fearing letting others slip up underneath my guard
God;
i pray that you would give me all the strength
I pray that you would work me through my troubles like a shrink
to think;
I valued your existence as a gem
To think that you would label me another one of them
Its cool;
As if i could play karma for a fool
i did the same to others used my brother as a tool...

Used to think that i would know y'all forever
used to bank on y'all whenever my depression would sever
Used to be my crutches when i lacked the muscle to walk
back when devils stalked my being mind outlined in chalk...

I wish y'all the best
i still harbor all the love that i once held in my chest
i revoke you from that special place inside of my mind
the area my most ambitious demons struggle to find..

The raindrops
that slide on glass windows
remind me of your tears
pure and intense
uncontrolled and dense
as they strolled down your rosey cheeks
when you told me
you love me
under the sheets

I want to tell you I'm changing
I don't like it
But it's happening
And I can't control it
I want to tell you that it feels like danger
It feels like a storm brewing inside my guts
My instinct to flee is going wild
But how do I run away from myself?