what a life

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you'll lose your words when you’re dead she said...

Well...

Words can’t no longer achieve these feelings flowing out my head...

I think im dead...

I don't tell you how i feel for i know you feel not the same or at least that's what you seem to convey...

Either way there is no getting a head...

i strived to better myself...

But it seems she put me in the far zone i slipped...

Probably accidently buttered myself...

Man none of these girls can see me for my wealth...

Inner not talking materialistic...

After all im just inner city gifted...

One time a girl shed tears in front of me...

i was sad because i couldn’t be mad...

she was so cute in her innocence…

or maybe it was just all my hope rolled up into one bag

I calmed her down and soon before I knew it she was in my arms and we where dating…

Dam time moves on and advances I guess we didn’t pass the test…

 I always come up short but not I n a value I can help she wants a man that’s a thug…

When she should be looking for one that has potential true self wealth…

She began to idolize my money the few became the great…

So I had enough she no longer loved me but just the green coating I would relish for her sake…

Then came another neither past the test did we either…

Bad speech she had and I couldn’t help but to correct it…

Soon came a cold winter she left had a bad fever…

The others cheated…

And one just quit on life one night in her parents basement…

Grabbed a chair and some rope found a ledge… shit…

Bad placement…

I don’t know If my life is cursed or if girls just don’t like me…

Im not too appealing …

But dam im not fucking ugly…

I enter a roof full of familiar faces blink…

Boom there goes the room all amuck from the floor to the roof…

They dip so quick the chips I couldn’t even get a handful or a grip…

But oh well fuck it all…

 I live for me and my purpose is to free my mind out onto to paper I don’t care no more what people say and or do…

 So the next time I walk in and clear a room…

I fucking count on it…

I do it like a dam boss to…

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