I wrote dis lil poem on a night I couldn’t feel.
another night, I fear
my hope has died
To the moon, I can’t face tomorrow I cried
And the sun did rise
With nothing inside, my hope died
Yes, something pulled my corpse through a day
Faith is all I am
A force I can’t control
A flame undulled by my lost
Faith, dragging your body to hope is no longer lost
Anything I miss was never meant for me—with that ideology I’m 10/10 on my accuracy. I wish death on none but my ability to overthink and let the energy of the moment pass me by.
Showing up for the life you want even when you got no energy, motivation nor direction. I’ve spent my mind with criticism tryna perfect it all at once. I deserve to see my progress with no self-induced stress.
