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
Copyright © Mphare Grand Thipane | Year Posted 2018
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