1 deep
One deep until I die if I was a bird I’d use my wings to fly so high that nobody could hear or see me cry if they say real men cry than I guess I’m just a boy because I no longer know how to cry and I don’t know why im all on my own just me myself and I with no one to call my own I feel like nobody except my family would care if I were to die so I just sit here and sigh as I continue to write hoping and praying that things will soon be alright how long must I fight in order to make my sun shine so bright being one deep is a state of mind nobody can stop me if its just me by myself on my grind nobody can hurt me if im the only person in my life and nobody can betray me and stab me in the back with my own knife being one deep is all I know but hopefully one day somebody can come and fill in the space of my empty hole.
Miscellany
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1 deep 2014 (edit | delete )
One deep until I die if I was a bird I’d use my win …
Pain 2014
