It's been years now since I wrote.
Six years of nonconsistancy,
I was afraid my words would tear your body
They were sharp
I didn't wanna hurt anybody
My heart still bleeds.
But the wound seem to be healing
I'm afraid it's only healing outside
But decaying inside.
I know it's been six years of nonconsistancy.
I've been through hell, I escaped death
Been in prison, Charged for no reason
I'm still in confusion but I can't regret
I picked some lessons.
I don't regret.
Dear paper I know you knew the
mini_me one who was ambitious
Eager to fight, sweet and lovely
Strong as Harvey, now she is fragile and
tired of scandals.
I once uplifted the passion of
writing instead of taking poison
But in the wonderland they told me
The escalation is abominable.
The wound is healing outside but it is rotting inside.
In my sleep they speak of a better tomorrow
Voices, voices I can't escape, their hope is now
But I feel entrapped in a weaker version one that was in my visions saying it will bring happiness
I'm being patient.
It's been years now since I wrote.
Let me conclude by saying
Once bitten will not be bitten twice
Paper I will see you on the other side
We shall be together forever
I was just checking on you.