Gravity.

(deep sigh)

. . . . .

It's late, Well maybe early

I'm just thinking.

life.

what about life ?

I have NO clue what to say about mine.

. . . . . . . . . . .

The Hardest thing is for me to forgive myself.

& it seems I can't.

I can't get from under the sky that is falling.

AHHHHHH !

. . . .

[thump]

that's the sound of disaster,

my guts splattered for the world to see,

my heart on my sleeve,

my emotions on my forehead

and the anguish in my face. . .

I wonder sometimes through some of my bullshit smiles

can anyone just see?

-----------

not to make a comparison between us but

Drake said they tryna shoot down his flight before it lands,

Shidd.

it just feels like someone's tryna shoot down my flight before it even takes off,

Like even before I can get started doing whatever it is I'm gonna do,

the world gnaws at my ankles before I step on to the road I'm gonna take. . .

Sometimes it's like my body

is working against me living,

like life is ah fight.

Asthma, headaches, heart issues, allergies, etc.

It's tiring I must admit,

but i won't give up .

I know greater things are to come,

and that all this will pass.

but I'm Impatient,

when will the hurt stop?

I don't wanna become

some bitter, cold-hearted bitch

like the rest of the people out here.

. . . .

that's what's wrong,

everyone is hurt and

no one's passing out band-aids

while they're busy trying to find their own.

[if that makes sense.]