I'm dead
Only that I'm not six feet under
I'm walking only if you could see beyond that
I'm a happy child but a lost soul searching for freedom
I wanted to be loved
Only that mama couldn't see that
I tried
Only that It's not what am good at
So I switched
Wanted to be the black sheep
But you know deep down my heart were sending ripple signals
In my head
Were memories
The one's I couldn't let out
So I prayed
Hoping I would find a master healer
But with time
I figured my tears were diamonds
So I stopped
Realizing solace was a pain reliever
YOU ARE READING
Demons inside me
PoetryI sometimes wish I could drown in my own thoughts but most times it's best to let it out.