This is why I died&

This is why I died 



I died because the living said they would do as their love would hold my fears back 

The living doesn’t ask cause they see a smile they don’t concept the deeper feelings I do not care how fancy how much money I’ll still ask are you okay cause even at your best you feel hella worse during the best moments maybe this what j cole said n I miss interpret it plus all I got is pain I don’t know how to take care of myself I thought it was easy from eating everyday to see better things but it isn’t when you don’t have parents or a penny to solve your stressful deeds 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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