It feels like there’s a noose around my head
Just hoping
Wishing
Praying , I was dead
No matter how many times I pull
It doesn’t move
I’m just staring with a blank expression
The pain I’m feeding on is food
Too many times I’ve given you my ammo
Watch you load up my own gun
Too many times I helped you pull the trigger
Even on your own sun
And now
All the pain I’ve been suppressing
Is going to fire back
It’s not fun being a young gay girl
In this world who’s black
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
It feels like there’s a noose around my head
Just hoping
Wishing
Praying , I was dead
No matter how many times I pull
It doesn’t move
I’m just staring with a blank expression
The pain I’m feeding on is food
Too many times I’ve given you my ammo
Watch you load up my own gun
Too many times I helped you pull the trigger
Even on your own sun
And now
All the pain I’ve been suppressing
Is going to fire back
It’s not fun being a young gay girl
In this world who’s black
