I'm not suppose to be here, yet I breathe on.
I cheated death many times, coincidence it must be beyond.
If I detailed my life, how would I be described?
A house isn't a home with a broken family inside.
his smile subsides his favorite mask to hide behind.
A mask isn't a face just a cover with a broken genius inside.
I go for my morning walk
hail's pelting my skin
It's time for my morning talk
hell's melting within
I can't
I can't keep acting like I'm fine
I can't
I can't save my mind this time
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
I'm not suppose to be here, yet I breathe on.
I cheated death many times, coincidence it must be beyond.
If I detailed my life, how would I be described?
A house isn't a home with a broken family inside.
his smile subsides his favorite mask to hide behind.
A mask isn't a face just a cover with a broken genius inside.
I go for my morning walk
hail's pelting my skin
It's time for my morning talk
hell's melting within
I can't
I can't keep acting like I'm fine
I can't
I can't save my mind this time
I'm not suppose to be here but I am. So there must be a reason, I learned that. Then ran.
Mikey Pooler the Poet
