I'm sorry that you like me. But if you met me you would regret it. I can't do this to you. If you get to know me I'm not that great. Getting close to me isn't safe. A warning isn't enough. I have make sure you don't come back, No matter how much it hurts either of us
__________________ Remember when we ran away, |<>| Remember when saying I love u was all I could say, |<>| Remember when we would run into each other's passionate caress, |<>| Now we are in this **** mess, |<>| But with all these good times in our mind, |<>| It allows us to hide behind, |<>| Foot long smiles, |<>| That we can wear for miles, |<>| Thank you for the good days, |<>| That keep me going when things go the wrong ways. ___________________
We're a world and generation set on depersonalization Where everything is on social media but everyone is scared to socialize. We all promise we "just need to vent" but is it venting or is it depression? "He loves me, he's just tired. Its not abuse, she's just tired. I'm not okay, I'm really tired." We all need to stop and chill without the help of benadryl. But we need the drugs to feel normal. A normal that they tell us to be on the covers of our magazine When we are all medicated to achieve the status quo We can't learn from our mistakes if we can't remember them. Instead of dealing with the guilt, we soak in a bath as if the lavender suds will rinse away our ****** personality We do it nightly and call it self care. And the self care we really need is lunch that isn't Oreos and to join therapy. We fill the empty hole inside of us with cigarettes and ***** and food And we don't even know we're empty because our parents are empty too And the only ones who can recognize the absense Are the same ones telling us to work harder to buy our first house and car before the age of 25 When really, we haven't even settled on what we want to be when we grow up Our grandparents and parents beg us to have babies because "I'm not getting any younger." But I'm quickly getting older Dad, so shut up and let me drink until I pass out without worrying about how much my child will have to heal from, just like I'm healing now with Bacardi 151. Its a cycle and there's no handle bars Celebrities writing songs and movies, a fill-in-the-blank series that mimics a horoscope To drag in the masses with feelings of unity when really we have no idea what our brother went through when we were laying on our uncle's bed at midnight at 5 years old. They want us to be the same except for when its not convenient, and suddenly the children of rich people are to be scorned but they hate the black people who hate the black rich people And its another cycle, the chain popped off and the brakes are our feet Just like when we were kids except now we have no shoes on and we are rolling down a hill that stops at a lake And our empty parents forgot to teach us how to swim. Its 2019 now, when will America be great in the first place?
If ever anybody asked me how am I doing I always lie and say Im OK but deep Inside I know I'm not Always the pretender hide all my feelings try not show my emotions for If I opened up showed my true feelings allow emotions to flow than others would be hurt by seeing my pain I'm just a pretender and been so all my life too late to try and change for this old dog Its to late to learn new tricks
Great pretender always say Im all right even though I'm not
I bow in gratitude to the day that is ahead of me I am filled with joy and excitement anticipating what wondrous surprises lay in waiting I imagine all the great people I will connect and interact with I am aware of the grace that is given I receive lovingly