Mphare Grand Thipane Poet Lyric

My First Suicidal Dream

And there I was
With the future on my palm
Success on my lips 
In such a way that I could taste it
Achievements on my wall
My mom was proudest

Then it came
Hit my immune system
And swept away my sensitivity 
Murdered my manners
And killed my sense of humour
Respect became a fairytale

As it flowed from the bottle to my tongue
I couldn't feel a thing
In such a way that Vodka became the sweetest
Liquid on my taste buds
I couldn't stop talking

It was my thing 
You know that guy who's always surrounded
Because what came out of his mouth
Made people taste success

But it was different
I had a lot in mind 
I couldn't stop 
Until it got out of hand
I could barely walk
They tried to assist, but I was stubborn
And didn't want to listen to anyone

I was drunk
They dragged me into my room
And locked me inside
Because they couldn't handle my noise
Only if they new, that all I needed was love
To be loved and appreciated by my surroundings

I couldn't handle the pressure of my thoughts
I took a marker and wrote on the wall
"I'm messed up, I needed love but all
I got was betrayals and back stabbing friends"0
Then hung myself

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