it’s not to guilt trip
i’m not ashamed of the things i’ve
dealt with
im different i wear my pain
like an accessory
it pairs well with black
it’s not who i am
it’s still a part of me and she’s beautiful
she relied on family
family that couldn’t hear her
she relied on friends
friends that became distant there nowhere near her
she relied on the streets
streets that chewed her
did her grimy
i still gave plenty of chances
im working on my black and white thinking
it’s hard sometimes shes not weak
she reads the room wrong
she only sees n hears what she wants to believe
she went on vacation
she needs to finally heal
if she doesn’t comeback that’s also fine with me