I taught him that life was a battlefield,

I gave him all he will ever need to fight those wars and win them all

But I failed to tell and teach him how to stay alive.

I told him that his society will protect him

I advised him to trust in his leaders for help

that his country will fight and stand by him

But I failed to tell him that his society will bring his fall.

I lost my son in the battlefield

I could have given my life in exchange

but I got carried away fighing my wars

And now his lifeless body lies in my arms

A generation of greatness lost!

A nation of selfless leader wiped out!

A great warrior is lost to war!

All in the name of raging wars

I regret not teaching him to stay alive.

I won’t forget the way your eyes look down upon me
The condescension in your voice
The laughs
I won’t forget the dismissal of my pain
My grief
As the horrors of my inadequacy confine me
Hurt me terribly so
But maybe you like my pain
My fright
I want to prove you wrong
That my life is as worthy as yours
But my throat closes around me
It lists me in
Turns me inside out
Exposes my innards and true dark horrors
That of which I’m nothing
Nothing
Nothing worth more
Your very existence continues to triumph mine
While my own breath wastes away
I want you to hurt
As badly as I do
But I cannot hurt you
You’re too much for me to handle
You eat me away at every core
I hate you
I hate you
Why am I not enough
Why was I cursed in this feeble body
My self pity does me no good
While yours gives you an army
Don’t look at me
I know how little you think of me
I want to cut my throat and bash my arms
Bleed all over you
Give you all of my struggles
Be free of my deference

An agony of a war
Within the family,
Twelve, we were
born, the first not
I am and, the first
just I am

A bigamy,
sometimes is
raw deal and,
outrageous is always
planting, on the
farm yard of a family
tree and it's branches,
there is hatred between
brethren of the same
parental map, the
youngish feel to
count out the unyoung
for no reason but, to
take the rag coiled
the head of the
Kingdom, where all
they lives and dwell,
I am more than pliable
and I am in the plight
mode like I plight to
someone throth having
no wealth, my heart feet
plod and trudge, they
Positioned my life as
plonker through all
the ploy and manoeuvre
seeded, downgraded own
talent and light of my pen
work, I will not be pride
on myself but, so many
did with the negation
of my family,
Everyone's hatred on
some like me, so why?

Because, I am bestowed
not with laziness but a
gift to learn and understand
easily, and I Wasn't gifted with
more wealth like mansa moussa

I'm insane
Yes , I'm not in the right state of mind
I wanted to **** myself yesterday
I want to **** someone  today
All i see is death
all i see is pain
The world is so dark
So does my soul
I'm breathing but I'm dead inside
I feel no sympathy
I feel no mercy
This is my reality
I feel no passion
I feel no emotion
This is insanity
And i am insane
I am a  psychopath
But i haven't lost it all
Am i  sane
If i say ,i am still breathing
Am i sane
If I say , i haven't killed myself yet
Am i sane
If i say , i haven't killed God yet
The agony of losing loved ones
The agony of life long sufferings
The agony of all the failures
The Agony of all the regrets
I feel numb, disappointed, and lonely
And It's making me insane
You Know That Being Happy Is Easier Said Than Done
 happiness is just too much work
And I'm too lazy to work on it
Are these the signs of being insane
Or am i still sane
Standing still with all my insanity
my sanity is in that
I haven't screamed yet
I haven't cried yet
I haven't killed somebody yet , haha
I'm struggling to stay sane and not go insane
Can i ask you...
What makes a difference between being sane or Insane?