Black Love

i was alone last night am bleeding to my core my soul is a wreck and hanging by a cord maybe this part of me is burning in the sins of my past am lost in my own emotions.maybe this once, if i cut myself deep enough just to let go of all the anger,disappointment and maybe just maybe then my blood will touch the ground. its a pity that my suffering brings joy to someone watching,crying an probably going through the same emotion calling me a poet. i wasn't born like these yet i still find myself caving deep in darkness and choking in a pool of my own blood. maybe its all the negative upbringing yet am not blaming any one or anything yet i still believe loving you is a curse i can never run away from just like those generational curses we keep trying to evade. how could so much love turn into hate. i guess its true when they say there is a thin lane between love an hate and sometimes it takes as little as trust issues to blur the lines.am sitting here judging myself, probably with a rope in my hands