Dear you

Dear you,

Could’ve boasted bout being so strong,
For the pain never got to me
Could’ve shown off all my friends,
For I was never alone.
Could’ve posted pictures of my family
Cos we understood each other.
But guess the mask got worn out
And I couldn’t help but crumble
Guess the voices got a little louder
That the metal songs couldn’t block out the words
Guess the friends were never enough
For a tear they never saw,
Couldn’t even notice the slits on the wrist
Papa was never observant
And guess mama always knew best ,😒
The spirit got crushed over and over
That the angel on the shoulder couldn’t hover
Taking the pills seems to dull the pain
Making them believe I’m just oversleeping
The gun in Papa’s drawer would make it more quicker,
The rope would lemme know how long I could hold my breath
But the knife in the kitchen would leave a mess.
So I guess we’ll meet on the other side
Cos the pain and trauma got a little much to hide.