What do you do,
when everyone stops
giving a ****
It seems like
they've given up on me.
I've given up on me.
I have tried so hard,
revealing so much in a little amount of time and yet,
no relief
my pain is eternal,
this blood flow will not cease.
I can't lift my head,
my neck is broken.
The world keeps spinning,
turning,
lurking.
I am expected to stay here,
but my tipping point is below the median.
Like a barrel,
I somehow keep rolling,
while the hoes
keep staring.
My life
has lost its voice.
I cannot be expected of, anymore.
Judge me not by my actions
but by the life in my eyes,
or leave me
to die
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
What do you do,
when everyone stops
giving a ****
It seems like
they've given up on me.
I've given up on me.
I have tried so hard,
revealing so much in a little amount of time and yet,
no relief
my pain is eternal,
this blood flow will not cease.
I can't lift my head,
my neck is broken.
The world keeps spinning,
turning,
lurking.
I am expected to stay here,
but my tipping point is below the median.
Like a barrel,
I somehow keep rolling,
while the hoes
keep staring.
My life
has lost its voice.
I cannot be expected of, anymore.
Judge me not by my actions
but by the life in my eyes,
or leave me
to die
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