the cliff is steep
my legs are getting heavy
feeling weak
weekly tribulation
seething through my teeth
as i fight to the peak

the fall is long
my body’s numbing
though i’m very strong
abyss has been prolonged
i’m fighting daily
giving up is wrong
even if i can’t go anymore
the fall won’t last
for long

- negassie

raise my hands and
i look up to the sky
sometimes i'm blind
but in due time
i reveal to myself
that the world is mine
black man
just trying not to
squander my time
i'm feeling fine
in this somber state of mind
gotta shake it before
the strife eats me alive

"the world doesn't dictate you"
i speak that truth to myself
it's a virtue
affirmations, reassurance leading
to my revelation
before i fall into the abyss again
those days when
those words i wrote
felt like my only friend
fending off the world's woes
until the very end
until my God sends me Home
i'll always be in defense
of my mind & spirit
bless

- negassie

sit and lament in the dark
heart to heart with myself
without a need for some help
put that up on the shelf
save it for a rainy day
when i know that i
won't have the strength
regardless of that,
regardless of the
length of the abyss
i just take a deep breath
and pray i reach my precipice

aligning with the thought that
i shouldn't always
search for the bliss
pain is a learning opportunity
i'd be ****** if i missed
though i'd rather feel something
relative to the opposite
my fate is written
all i have is the cards given

self-actualization
never turning away from the frays
of my nights and days
instead i organize it
pray over it
and create a space,
a safe haven for it
leading a life of reassurance
even at my lowest
perseverance in the restitution
of my joy
always searching for the young boy
in me
this life costs a lot
in different ways
but that inner youth is
always free

grateful to say i'm
learning every day
moving forward to better places
fear of the darkness
is a hindrance to my lamentations
honing the approach of my journey
as evolution and preservation
now excuse me while i get back
to my meditations

- negassie

thankful for my Savior
for implementing greatness in me
it's safe to say that
this life ain't easy
constant negativity
through introspection
saying that i loathe me
daily

evenings reeling on my meaning
liberating myself through this writing
perfect timing when
i see the light again
revitalizing an empty life
i'll come back again tomorrow

scythe to the neck of my oppressors
and my sorrow
healing through my mental processes
so i see the light of day
keep my faith in God
so i know that there's a way
destined for my refusal
that the evil strike me where i lay

imma never stop running
until i can do so safely
striving for the
continuance of self-expression
i never ain't me
demons tryna come for my mental
in spontaneity
running away from Satan
and chasing God simultaneously

- negassie

i’m so tired of forevers and goodbyes
miming lies deep into my eyes
that’s why i feel like the truth
is hard to find
the wanders of my tired mind
control my severed tongue

severed by the thought that
my thoughts aren’t wanted
by anyone
and i’m tired of it
i feel the floating away feeling
or my desire for it
torn spirit
had some cries because of it
wish i wasn’t lying about my goodbyes
every time because i’m
scared of it

- negassie

to my sisters and brothers
fighting for our freedom
may your hearts settle
like the leaves past the summit
of a windy day
lay on the floor with your tears and your trauma
deep breaths
your mind needs the moment to emit the karma

your pain will be dealt towards the responsible
you must let it leave at your heaviest
release all the tension from days and
weeks and
months of constant worry
and sorrow
of tomorrow’s you will never ask for

let your mind, body and soul
settle
like we have been
forced to do as a people
for generations
this will work in your favor,
so you’ll be ready to
demand your freedom again
mind you, this is daily
you go through cycles and processes for your life
your sisters and brothers lives
your familial successors lives
so regenerate
nobody’s drained like you
we’re deep in the storm, so
these cycles will be worth it
so we will end up seeing skies of blue

to my sisters and brothers
i’m here fighting
i’m here with you
for you
strongest spirits on this earth,
incomparable
so, as this day ends, i must ask of you:
settle yourself
for tomorrow is brand new
(with the same cycle...
but you know what i’m
trying to tell you)

- negassie

passion and turmoil
circle around me like it’s
ring around the rosie
the former acting as a
tributary to the latter
swellings of emotion are
very scant in positivity
leading to bodies of time where
nothing really matters

cross tucked to my chest
holy reverence past my life
moving to the next
blessed yet cursed
this passion works in ways that
hurt my soul
haunted heart
i’ve seen this from the start
my fire can envelop me whole

the light’s shone in my eyes
my light is salvageable
the rather daunting sky
can be quite malleable
with a heart of steel
and a mind that’s palpable

yet a mind of such strength
can hold tears that
you have yet to cry
demoralization that leads to a sigh
passion and turmoil work
hand-in-hand
so we pray that time flies
so we can hide until we’ve
weathered the strife
make my eulogy brief
please mention my
emblazoned spirit
as well as my fight to feel free
sifting through
heartache and misery
passion and turmoil has
drained all of my energy

- negassie

my soul has achieved *******
against its sacred enemy
trembling in the face of pain
but then i turn towards my world
and appear sane
emotions told plain
rain or shine
i’ll know that God’s time
is my time

impact of the
feeling of hurt
is sublime
at war with “protectors”
being black’s the crime
added torture from the
sorrow of injustice
took a toll on me
“free” and me can’t mix
i’ve known that since time

at a crossroads between
time and the end of it
angels drowned by demons
i know the David in this situation
lose your hope to Goliath?
you’ll see his triumph
God’s warriors never give
no matter how much we may try
i know time works on His accord
my prayer feels
drained and droning
i’m leaning on myself
but all we have is that
ourselves
so what am i to cry for

- negassie

infants
swaddled in the arms of
our loved ones
seeds being tucked deep
in the depths of our heart
lessons never forgotten
things we learned from
the very start
they kept us intact
even if we felt like
things were falling apart
intellectual upstarts
those blessings really
took us far

the kids we used 2 be
were free
every moment was a morning breeze
or sometimes we were isolated
growing up was the only thing
we could've done
but it made us who we are
never take it for granted
no matter what the hurt
even if our right to childhood was
reprimanded

young bucks with dreams
of flying higher than doves
unleashing untapped potential
daydreams spirited
with deep self-trust
no matter how good or bad it was
no matter the tribulation
no matter how tough
we'll always look at
the kids we used 2 be
with love

- negassie

praying that the
abyss wash away
with the pain
and the hatred
of self
pray that this
hell just turns to wealth
in my foolish mind
a lot of my peers say I'm blind
no, I'm hiding behind my hands
that's why the truth can be so hard to find

through the hurt
I wake up every morning
pray to my God and
give Him thanks
I stay devout to Him
He watches over us
while we lay
though the insufferableness
increases by the day
I still pray in faith
that the truth reveals itself
somehow
some way

I'd be lying exclaiming
I ain't have some thoughts
to give up
"I cant" spirals through my head
preoccupied with the
punitive prison of living
sometimes, I trip up
I keep the same people around me
the cup was overflowed with love
the opps poked some holes
but I'm still prayed up
feel the end coming
I keep my cross close
if it's a wrap
I know the Lord I pray to
is my host in heaven,
the Land of Hope

- negassie

mental weighing heavy
no wonder my neck hurt
tryna stay steady
while having
frequent crying bursts
insatiable pain
my worth deteriorates
with the birth of a new day
tryna fly away
but my wings are clipped
i fell from grace

bracing for impact
dealing with the devil
we don't even
have a contract
mental went through upheaval
with the coming of demons
angels committing treason
on my being
lucifer must have seen me
vulnerable

smoldered in a pit of flames
the beholder of this hatred
holds no shame
lame days of worthlessness
tryna decipher this feeling
the reasons weren't even pertinent
slurring words
pangs of hurt
the clergy couldn't save me

solemn days of searching
can't do much else
besides hate me
inner workings
flirting with death
mentally depleted
yet i'm
still achieving things
i've never seen
say goodbye to the feeling
of solace
temporary friction
with the joy
falling,
grace is calling
but my wings are clipped
so all that i can say is
"sorry"

never the last one
to take my blessings for granted
yet i
recant the praise
i send my way
in the heat of the moment
emotions feeling potent
low living
does everything to my ego than
stroke it

irate at how
the sins accumulate and i
rarely feel cleansed of them
long stay in the abyss
never missed when i'm
deep in my sleep
fleeing from the pain i face
on the day-to-day...
until the day i fly away,
i'm face-to-face
with the paint

- negassie

excellence in my bones,
my mind,
my skin,
i feel it pulsate
every moment of respiration, it’s refreshing
refreshing when i acknowledge it
i should formulate a pact of self love and try to honor it
but every time i do i end up breaking down and breaking it

a day at a time
intertwined through our sleep
i’ve always felt some worthlessness
even at my peak
stealing moments and smiles
bringing in tears
they fall on repeat
lately i’ve been speaking less
and sleeping more
trying to escape life’s venomous lore
embodied by the ups and downs and
ins and outs
that my body, mind and soul have
been left sore by

praying for the world as we progress through all this tragedy
it’s customary to this plot
i pray it doesn’t get the best of me
at times i contemplate on my life’s work and my excellence
in my bones, my mind, my skin,
to the latter
i hold highest reverence
contemplation padded with reminiscence
of the days i held acknowledgement
of my excellence in its entirety
until i do (if i ever will)
i’ll cry these tears to my diary
of poetry

— negassie

words coming to fruition through my racing mental
my vulnerability isn’t malleable
my vulnerability is valuable
i am the man i am
because i refuse to be shallow
my vulnerability is my weapon
for that i’m sent to the gallows

calloused by the malice that i face and race against
reminiscing of that joy i felt,
cry ‘cause it came and went
trying to have some optimism
momma says i’m God-sent
thinking about how it’s so easy to pay my mental rent
these thoughts run in and out of my mind
when they wanna come back
they’ll search for the scent again

distance myself and i wonder where my friends went
off to live their lives with looming worry
for that i’m sorry
vulnerability is killing me
but it’s attached to my being

— negassie

lately i’ve been hoping that each slumber is my last
in pain there lies my past
in pain and tribulation there lies nothing that was asked for
forever more important is the fate that is in store for you
tools for healing wounds become less worthy of your use (to you)
when there’s more “what’s the use”
than “life, i’m worthy of you”


when i get low, i run to music
to get a little juice
fearing of the end
this race just stopping in its tracks
low with waterworks sitting in memories of simplicity
intrinsic sensitivity
it’s always lived inside of me
it’s a package deal
you love me as i am
or i will vanish
low and burnt to ruins
to my introspection
i’ve been banished

— negassie

you can make it on your own
lalah said these words true
yet you're never truly alone
with your faith and your close ones
you've evaluated
who should be around
at this point, i'm sure...
you're likely still weeding them out,
your circle will be refined
with time

being by yourself
and moving through your days
as a lone wolf
isn't always a negative,
i assure you
i've isolated myself
many-a-time
and have returned a warrior
meticulous with aspects of self
tried and true by my own work
refreshed and ready for the world
ahead of me

every single tear
every single effort
never comes to nothingness
my dear
independence is a righteous weapon
only few have
only few have the wherewithal
to endure through

i promise,
no matter how lonely
no matter how barren
your space may be,
i guarantee that you're never
alone
significant others are important
but there's never a need
to rush, my darling
loving yourself enough
should be the star of your being

you can say that you're
"on your own"
in that respect, sure
but you're still loved,
and you can still feel whole
with yourself
from yourself
to yourself

- negassie

the internet rules us
emperor of all good
and evil
emperor of the modern
generation
modern places and faces
minimalists have accustomed to it
we live for the morning when we
rise and get on our phones
minds so prone to what we find
through those 1s and 0s

i've become victim to it to
thinking my life only matters as much
as what i see through those digital vacuums
portals to a different life
reality to many
accurately valued to few
the internet has led many to
lose touch of their
rational views
it's sad

- negassie

days followed by days
i know they feel longer
than you think
sometimes shorter
depends on the order
of your feelings
and your routines
some days you do everything
and feel like the day
lasts 20 seconds

some days feel like you did nothing
and then it lasts forever

some days feel somewhere in the middle
you could've done more
but you're satisfied enough
but you're still tired a bit

life is an existence of ebbs and flows
we accept what comes and goes
and cherish those who stay longer
than most
cherish the days no matter how long
they boast
one day you'll say a toast to the tougher ones
live for that toast

- negassie

in due time
you'll find that all you've
worked for
will come to fruition
maintaining endurance in your mission
is essential to seeking your win

in due time
you'll find that all your pain
existed for something
and all those days
that you wanted to go away
wasn't for nothing

in due time
you'll find that all those
restless nights
worked out
and you can catch up on your sleep
when you hang up those gloves
that love you showed towards your truth
will end in fruitful futures
so never give up
in due time
you'll see these reasons
rise from the dust

- negassie

as humans,
we're all so accustomed to the thought
of giving up
this world makes it so easy
for us to just up and leave something
and never stick it out,
even if it's for a bit longer

there's something i have tribulation with
i feel like my writing doesn't
hold worth sometimes
i feel like i have to rhyme and be witty
just like some other guys
but i've felt love before
and still do

so that's why i'm always on-time
with the love that i give
to the art that's given me so much back
but i still feel like there's something that i lack
in this
but that doesn't mean i'll stop this life
of poetic justice
i'll keep coming back
i hope you do for the thing that
you're in love with

- negassie

what's your medicine
what makes you whole again?
heals you from the woes of life
and gives you the will to go again?
again and again and again?

what gives you the dexterity to
work for your love and your livelihood?
are you addicted?
is it thorough in its work?
does it structure your frame of today
and builds your frame of tomorrow?
does it help you come to terms with your sorrow?
i hope it borrows you some time
because that's not what i can find.

- negassie

learning from your yesterdays
essential work for
your development
setting yourself up
for a destined tomorrow
optimal results
will create space for yourself
open shots for your next
opportunity

leading a good life
through good virtue
create your future
with knowledge
acquired from your yesterdays
learn learn learn
that's all we have
until we fly away

- negassie

creation is
all we have
for the development
of society
all we have left in this world
is to advance
and create

our creation
if good enough
carries our name forever
negassie is mine,
i hope it breathes my work
for generations

create a modern classic
for yourself
generational wealth
through knowledge,
power,
and success
fresh breath of life
through the passion
in your work

enact your creation
with your all
and watch it flourish
with you

- negassie

pray to God that my sins
are washed away
i don't feel okay a lot
sorrows sit at the bottom
of my stomach
well up when i touch
the sentiments of my soul
feeling whole is temporary
trying to thin up all of this
reeling

heaving cries,
my oh my
this life doesn't feel right
in my chest
i pray for easy breaths
by God's will
these hills
peaks and valleys
feel like they'll **** me

sin is customary to life
but i work towards the holy
but i don't know
why demons continue to roam me
feel like my body is sacred
terrain
they're breaking rules
through prayer daily
i ask them to refrain
i hope one day they'll see my pain
and go away

- negassie

built to be a righteous man
mother always taught me
life is about planning
and determination
searching for higher self
isn't paralleled to a search
for reverence
i'm sure of it

we can't sit and wish for the
deepest respect of others
please respect yourself
and work for yours
work for love and the
inner-development
i promise you're
reverent enough
in that alone
find home in your heart
solid sanctuary is unnecessary
if you can see the hope and joy
in your bones, flesh and soul

reverence comes from within
if you work towards that
then the outward love and loyalty
will come with time
trust yourself
and the world will trust you back
i promise

- negassie

searching for imagination
that's what it feels like
bite into that apple
it's ripe
i've been lied to
grueling through society
that hates me for my skin tone
i wanna go home
but i remember i ain't got one

life is simple for some
but what's the fun in that
always having light at your disposal
from the start to finish
never feeling like a winner must ****
you've always had enough
you've always felt "fulfilled"
by your life and the bucks
that come with it

i can't grasp that light all the time
it makes me livid
but the thought of the process
replenishes me more or less
heaving chests at the race
but it never stops
keep the thought of the end
in my mind
i'll never stop
grasping for that light

- negassie

20 cycles ago
mother took on a new journey
a black woman with two already
feet aching already
tired already
who knew that she was mighty enough
to stick through the rough path
of righteous women
very few make it through
to see their dreams come true
my momma did it
made it look cool

set your ground and
set it straight
birthed three
and they turned out to be great
forever grateful for the days
of love and soul that was instilled
inside of me
i breathe easy knowing
my teacher is well and safe
my mother is okay
but when that day so solemnly comes
where God takes you on your way
i won't want to make it past
the end of that day
i promise

- negassie

home is everywhere
with the sounds that soothe my soul
withered away by the day
regenerated by the
personally venerated pieces of art
embraced with elation
by the wisdom of masterworks

hurt by the world
and i want to run home
home is everywhere
with the sounds that soothe my soul
pieces of me whole again
by music’s loving ways
music gives me hope
and joy
in every single way

- negassie

hey grandma
i called to say thanks
thank you for my mom
the gorgeous spirit you made
i know that thanks
can't be enough for the
lineage you created
we wish that you were here
but God's work was certainly
destined, fated

i know you're with God
and you don't want me to be sad
but it's been a lot for
mom to endure all this good and bad
without the woman
she looked up to
she knows to show her kids
what you tentatively showed
you helped her grow
and i'm here, grown
to show for it

thank you for giving my mother
the guide
to thrive in this life
her motherhood is
second to none
because of a certain someone
and i can't think of another person
who did so much
for her dearest kids
and now my mother to her
next of kin
you're a winner, grandma
and i love you.

your grandson,
n.a.

tryna run from the dark
seeing through myself
my flaws are some holes
like some swiss cheese
i'm tryna please the whole world
and breathe
but that ain't feasible
i wanna escape and just run
and this is pivotal

these eras are slow motion
movements through emotion
the poison taking a toll on me
is potent
scampering around me like a rodent
keeping cool for some time
makes me think it's alright
but i'm not seeing the light

tryna keep my head up
while i trudge from the dark
lurks around before its ****
like a shark
i swear it wants to tear me apart
i mean i don't know where to start
when i talk about the fear
i have of falling apart

but then again
i don't know how to do
anything else
but walk
and talk my talk
stall the brick wall of self-hatred
from taking my all
immersed in prayer and self-worth
is all i can search for
and i want it
more and more...
can't do anything
but continue my run

- n.a.

tryna hone my inner power
living in retrospect
gets really sour
with every passing hour
facing a tower of emotions
im just tryna find the
antidote
to tear it down
falling like i’ve lost
my hope
they’ll crumble
i hope i drown in them

i feel like i’ve felt
my final peak
and now this valley’s
never-ending
spending my own
mental equity
for trying to feel feelings
of wanting to exist,
as a living being

until my time comes
i’ll drill it into my mind
that i can push behind my
woes and
unfortunate circumstances
and, by no
happenstance
i can have a chance at
breathing easy

n.a.

praying for some energy
i feel like i've been buried in the dirt
lookin' for my worth down below
i looked high and
i was left dry
so i ain't know where to go

growing close to these feelings
of passionate pain
i've wrote of it before
you might be tired of what i'm sayin'
drought of joy floods my brain
rushes me to early unconsciousness
by 4 in the pm i've been slain by the
demon of unnecessary sleep
off my feet and then i'm up
until dawn in the am

if i can see disdain in your eyes
i'll disappear from your optical radar
you don't even have to tell me when
keen vision
mentally developed
from years of confinement in
this prism
of my mind and
my room

i've grown patient to the world
and these feelings i've felt
i'm tired as hell
but i pray you can’t tell
and i pray i feel well
in due time
till then i'll stay strong
i hope this don't last long
i feel it's my fault
i'm still searchin' for that
feelin' right and
what i've done wrong
i hope this don't last long

- n.a.

see too many faces
just take me to sleep
sleep is for the weak
proud member present
living in the past
so i'm never around
i can get so vulnerable
through these arduous life lessons

i feel like
these places just hold a hell
how do they know me so well
my demons follow me
accustomed to kiss and tell
the extrovert pops out
and then i bid the world
farewell for a few days
the sun rays and i got beef
and that's safe to say

overflow of painful
sensation in my mind
thoughts, faces and places
i can't leave behind
thinking in retrospect
i do it all the time
i know it's all in my mind
maybe it's because
i chase the sublime
more than chase my joy
both, i hope i find

- n.a.

dear young world
i just wanted to say hey
and remind you that
it's okay to not be okay
you're strong enough to
rise from your frayed,
woeful days
i know you've been through
hell and back
Jesus died and came back
you're God's kid, too
i hope you know that

believe what you believe
but please believe in yourself
and know that you're loved
regardless, this world can be
heartless,
but you've got so much love
to give
and reciprocation exists in this
unforgiving World of Sin

above that love that
love that you can give
just know to love yourself
the difficulty ebbs & flows
but just know the only
way to go is
forward
move toward that inner joy
that little girl or boy that's
inside of you
please try and maintain
your youth... and remember...
to Love You <3

- n.a

never tremble at the presence
of darkness in my mind
in retrospect
i look behind
i've seen this movie
maybe a million times
i don't cry or cringe
at the thought of death
because with all due respect
i've been face to face with it
in varied ways
and different lengths

i've faced death through
the face of myself
i still face it a lot
feeling the end
i retain many feels i felt
i've faced death through
family health
through the chacnes
of disaster in my life
a tragedy that would've
killed all my strength

the length of the
fear in my heart
and how that fear left a scar
tore down my guard
the length of that and its meaning
has drawn itself very far
in developing self
and the bond with a woman
i love more than anything else

i've seen this movie
maybe a million times
and i'll see it again
i'll see many ends
through the bends of this tube
this vacuum of the universe
it hurts
hurls you through the most
i've grown calloused to the worst
i've grown calloused to the hurt
for what it's worth
i still reside on this earth

why can't i ever just feel good
why can't i chase off the thoughts of killing myself
why can't i consistently scamper in the flowers and rainbows
without the demons scampering, calling me a coward, they some opps,
my foes
why can't i feel happy with myself and my mind
when people say i'm great, i disagree and throw it
to the ******* wayside
why can't i run towards the light and risk it all for the joy
but i feel comfy in the dark, the light is blinding
treating my life like a toy
raw emotion
i can't find the potion to make the pain go away
i don't wanna be an addict
but that alc seems great today
addicted to sleep
if i could i would *******
clock out for a week
if i could, i would never speak
and accrue all my thoughts in my mind
until i grow weak and implode
or cease my timeline of livelihood
cease to exist
blood on my wrists
nonexistent fists
because i can't get a grip
i'm tired of this ****
you can see it in my eyes
i wish i could grip on the grip
that holds a clip to a clipper
and snip this life ****
end it
in a blaze of glory
"the kid had so much potential"
**** that ****, it's gettin' gory
i don't care about the clout and the hoes
i just want my bros to shine
and stay on they ten toes
and if i die
they pave the way for they kin and they kids
and if i cry
i'll wipe em off and i'll trudge to the end
soon or not
i hope it happens and i hope they don't care
and i hope they don't stare at the screen
when they read they mans rushed his own end
i hope they keep their hearts clean
without those demons making headway
with those thoughts that may remain unseen
to the world today
but i sit and pray
and keep that faith on the daily
'cause i know God sees the time i'm on
and the tattered ship that i'm sailing
through this life
i've been cradling onto the willpower
gained by my surroundings
as well as the successes i see
that sometimes
make me feel like my work's not done
but at the end of the day
my life and thoughts are one
and i'm certain that
i'm a tortured blessed one

- n.a

there's a bunch of things
i could say about the waves
of pain and rain i feel throughout the day
no wailing cries for help
i keep to myself
and say "well, time will tell"
now i'm sitting in this hell
an inferno within this shell of my skeleton
recluse to the highest degree
if you've ever seen one

grey
grey hues all in my eyes
i cant defy all this hatred
i despise a lot
within myself
i simply cant help it
i try to get rid of it
with some habits
but this mind cant be my home
anymore
im with nowhere 2 go
i feel a hole
like someone shot me
in the esophagus
demons push against my will
my mind begins to wilt
the rose petals separate
i cant even meditate
because i cannot think straight
i hate the days
the nights remind me of the grey
i try to tuck away
it’s safe to say
this life aint here to stay
grey

rush me sound asleep
i feel like sound keeps me sane
the rain washes away the pain
down a deep and failing drain
it comes back up
back-washed with memories
through reminiscence
playback of my tragedies
rewinding
like the polar express exposé
filling my mind up with
rolling thoughts of self-destruction
rolling downhill
why doesn't this car
have a brake...
i guess you can't stop the
depression wants it gains some
leverage...

drowning in the sorrow
of yesterday
running back to beat me some more
life i'll never forget
encompassed in the sorrows of
EVERYday,
never a break

i look in the mirror
and all i can think is
"gross."
all i can think of is
the spiteful thoughts
that reign terror on
my feeble mind
all i can think is a
world of death
a world of blackness
a world without the person
that i hate the most
i hate him more than anything
he's my arch nemesis...
a person i will not stop at anything
to see fall.

i hate nathan.
he's gross.

i think about the convictions of life
i think about the uselessness
of commitment if we see no love
in the world and
the woes that this habitat brings us
hatred, if you will

hatred may taste
just like your favorite alcohol
or your go-to pill
something that will numb you
from the fact that you can't
see yourself in the mirror of love
"others do"
because you believe that
the world is lying to you
and that this habitat of hatred
is nothing more than
tragedy minimized
to your own little
life
filled with
strife...
oh
and some hatred