Just a thought while reading some good poetry
Everything i write is real to me, spit it out and say it quickly, I'll be damned if my ink spills to the back of this page, cuz i can't give away all of me in one sitting, I'm down with being vulnerable but only to a degree, only til I've spoken enough words to stop and breathe, only til the first time i have to stop and think, only til i have to move my eyes to see that first word, only til i hear my pen scratch out a mistake. Yo, i promise everything i write is the truth, from the bottom of my soul cuz my heart's too fragile, my heart say "nah bro, slow for all those notes yo, chill wit all those feelings tho". Too fragile is my heart, it won't let you in, won't tell you it needs a friend, won't tell you that it trembles within, shaking for a comrade or believer in him, a motivator for the journey we're on, a defibrillator to bring us back from this dead state, where we cry because we want care but can't care cuz we're stuck in a dead space, no energy to get up and run into the future cuz we're scared, but too lazy or too guilty to end it all right here. Decisions decisions, tryna figure out what's really real enough to share but not so real that my family in friends come back in fear, wondering if i self harm or self hate or dream of nooses, knives, or mountains of sleeping pills. But I promise it's all real, it's all true but the truth is tricky, what's true to me ain't always true to you.
