𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒
𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

𝗡𝗼𝘄

I like killing myself
framing insomnia
whereas it’s me who detests sleep
in my dreams
I grasp a glimpse of bliss
fantasizing what I can’t have
confined in a theoretical domain

I like the susceptibility of
being shredded by
other people's opinions
yearning for honesty
even when I know
it's not what I want to hear
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
tell me you liked my natural hair
before I dyed it
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
tell me I’m too naive
tell me I’m too young
tell me I’m too volatile
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
tell me I shouldn’t speak my mind
tell me I don’t fit your beauty standards

I want the truth;
not a sugar coating
Truth will set us free
Truth will enable our true selves
Truth will take us a long way