It Was The Last
It was the last "screw you" he could say.
It was the last "I don't love you" that I could take.
It was the last "you won't because you can't".
It was the last bend that caused me to break.
It was my pride that was in the way.
I didn't want to seem sensitive but only if I'd known that more of you understood.
Even if my heart didn't realize it at the time, my life was good.
Don't put your hands on me.
Please just give me a hug.
I'm not doing anything for attention, I really need love.
Feeling boxed in, feeling trapped, and I can't breathe.
Life just isn't for me anymore, I need to be set free.
My head hurts, my heart aches, and the love?
Depression is real and my dear friend Javon was the proof.
If I told you that I wanted to join him, what would you do?
I'm losing battles in life too.
I refuse to tell a soul because there isn't one that gives a damn.
It was the last "you won't ever amount to anything" that I needed to hear.
It was the last time anyone said anything because in me, to die, there was no more fear.
It was the last time I would feel anything because in me, there were no more tears.
I couldn't cry because I got the picture.
Today I could die and be right there with ya.
*RIP Javon Henry
We miss you so much
I love you*
Copyright © Jamika Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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