Feb 2017
Slow down for a moment shut up and listen! My depression turned me in to a crazy poet turning words into lunatics.
Sitting in a square room around a table with the mad ones, suicide whispering in my ear it's time to get out.
The mad ones in the room screaming that the voices in they heads are trying to get out. Call me honest wat ever iv been already Labeled a lunatic!
Have you ever stood in front of the mirror watching your own reflection cut it's self with every memory that makes it go sick?
Every word that I write tries to mend the SCARS hidden inside somewhere playing hide and sick. Padded cells decorated with silence.
Medication boxes light you up like matches, therapy sessions leave more questions than answers.
Love trying to be explained! Pain trying to be explained! Emotions all mixed up in this bowl that has no name.
Crazy poet JidosReality ask Majid? He knows my name.
JidosReality 4.2.17
Sitting in a square room around a table with the mad ones, suicide whispering in my ear it's time to get out.
The mad ones in the room screaming that the voices in they heads are trying to get out. Call me honest wat ever iv been already Labeled a lunatic!
Have you ever stood in front of the mirror watching your own reflection cut it's self with every memory that makes it go sick?
Every word that I write tries to mend the SCARS hidden inside somewhere playing hide and sick. Padded cells decorated with silence.
Medication boxes light you up like matches, therapy sessions leave more questions than answers.
Love trying to be explained! Pain trying to be explained! Emotions all mixed up in this bowl that has no name.
Crazy poet JidosReality ask Majid? He knows my name.
JidosReality 4.2.17
The title hides the meaning #JidosReality #Poetry #CrazyPoet
