Fraud

Oh looky there

The tears rolling in

She’s crying again

Crybaby, crybaby

You’re so weak

You don’t even follow all that shit that you speak

All that self-love, self-care

Can’t find that crap in you nowhere

I think you like it

I think it turns you on

I think you love to have them here

But feel better when they’re gone

I think you like being alone

I think you like feeling worthless

I think you lie when you talk about your purpose

Because what purpose ?

You ain’t even that deep

Your why is on the surface

You’re a fraud

You just like to be built up

You like to feel like a god

Then you like to fall from grace

Flat on your fucking face

Then blame everyone else for being in this place

You’re ridiculous

You’re dramatic

Oh and look at this

And you’re an addict

Go ahead

Fall back into your habits

Money can’t buy love

But money buys drugs

And that’s close enough

And if you get high enough

You won’t ask why and stuff

Let the tears dry up

More brown in your cup

You don’t even like to drink

But you need fucked up

You’re pathetic

You’ll never get it

NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU FOR YOU

Accept it

Wading – Series Part 5

You keep me waiting 

Often 

But it’s my fault

Because I wait

I wade

You stray 

I stay 

But I feel out of place 

It’s a pattern 

Oh the games we play 

You love me one day 

 But the next have nothing to say ?

You’re selfish 

But it’s my fault 

Because I coddled that 

Shoulda left at the first red flag 

I already said that in another poem 

Why do I do this to myself ?

I ruin my mental health

Every

Fucking 

Time 

I’m an idiot 

I hate every bit of it 

I hate myself a little more every time 

How have I not drowned yet ?

I wade 

I wait 

It’s too late now

  • your solace serene 

Drop

You can have the world in the palm of your hands and still may drop it

Your heart just might beat real fast

That text might stop it

Compliments just might fill up ya head

That man gon pop it

It don’t matter just honest ya are

Your phone ? You gon lock it

Been in bed for a while done a lot of cryin

In my head for while think I’m kinda dyin

In the world, yeah I smile

Think I’m tired of tryin

Yeah I talk, yeah I laugh

Lots of internal sighin

I’m sick of it, it’s bullshit man