To My Unborn Life
Seriously am afraid.
If it just fear maybe I could sill cope.
But now am ashame.
It like all this scenario is taking away my hope.
How can someone say I love you.
Buh manages to make you feel like you are a looser.
Seriously?
No one wants to be a looser. It just that the economy is taking our intelligence by grades.
It okay if it that. But at times I think maybe I need grace.
Many have been broken.
Many lost just because we wish to wake up in a more better place.
The world is cruel. If that the case it should just showcase our talent and hardwork.
Am tired of breathing.
Closing ur eyes is hard. Am tired of sleeping.
Am tired of eating.
My worst fear is catching up to me very fast.
It making me feel I won't last.
To the people that knows me am fighting great war inside.
And I lose every seconds.
In case if you hear that this boy is gone. Don't be surprised mehn.
It will only take a while.
Am tired of all this word this world and all this loss.
No victories. All this shames and all this case. It tiring. Am serious. I fight everytime.
At a point I think it over.
I hear it has just began.
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