HEX AND OHS

Love and losses 
Plagues and curses 
Life and phases 
Resilience and praises 
Stages and places
Race and phases
Hades and hazes 
Strays and mazes 

X and Os
Friends and foes
Men and hoes
Girls and gold 
X and Os
Friends and foes
Found solace in the trench holes
Interacting with fellow lost souls 
Seeking peace to make me whole.
I guess that's the goal. 

They said I was too young to understand, I laughed 
They said time will heal the pain, they lied
Don't let them see how you feel, I smiled
In my closet, when no one's watching, I cried
Too many times I gave up,  I died
Looking alive and breathing but into depression I slide
Anxious, suicidal but can't let it out, rather I sighed
Who's gonna save me now? I cried 
No one could answer me , they hide
Slowly drifting deeper, I glide. 
How are you? She asked.
I'm fine as always, I lied.
They wonder where I went to, they searched.
Stop looking for the old me, I died. 

Miah le rêve 








Comments

  1. BenitaMay 27, 2022 at 6:11 AM

    Stop looking for the old me, I died … ❤️🥰

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  2. AnonymousMay 27, 2022 at 7:26 AM

    💆🏾‍♀️💆🏾‍♀️...The rhymes and lines.
    It always seems to gives peace to the soul.

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