Suffocating

This piece I wrote back in 2014, just saw it now and thought I’d keep it here:

I didn’t have anybody I could really talk to.

So I took a pen and a paper for my feelings just to flow through.

I had to pour ish out just to get some breathing room.

But that doesn’t seem to help cause a paper ayfani namntu.
Have you ever had to deal, everyday with rejection?

Outside looking pretty but nobody is really noticing,

How you hurt deep inside but hiding behind that smile.

Acting strong gets you weaker but it never really shows.
What’s the point of voicing out, when you never get results?

What you get is “next time” or someone just took your place.

All you get is scary thoughts of your time that never comes.

You watch and they’re happy and you ask yourself do I exist?
Everyday, all day, this pain you have to bear.

Talking bout it all the time will ruin others happiness.

Would you rather keep to yourself, or you’d rather see who really cares?

Woud you rather keep it to yourself, or you’d rather see who really cares?


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