Peeling at his skin, His blood freshly blossomed. Self love running thin, He didn't know it'd cost him. How could he be happy, Being blessed with a dark complexion? Everyone has a negative ο¬xation, Of him at no discretion. He can't breathe, Suffocating from the racism. It's his own people too, Not just white supremacist facism. Too much darkness, Is deeply rooted in his thoughts. He wanted to protest it, Discouraged by his slain brethren. Just for being born, A certain way he couldn't control... The vast majority of soceity, Made judging him their goal. So he sits in the dark, Peeling his skin... His God given, Beautiful chocolate skin. Tears don't mix with blood, Each deep tear wounds his soul. Comparing his skin to mud, He lets opinions get to him. The emotional and mental pain, Hits different than the physical. He's peeling away at his blessing, Not caring for what'll be residual. Constantly observed and followed, Living under the dictation of opinions. He's an advocate for cowards, Too scared to speak up or speak out. Clawing away at his blessing, He hated his own pigment. His very existence felt depressing, How could he bare his own hatred? When nothing was left of his skin, He ο¬nally realized... How blessed with a rich complexion, He was before he died.
Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming, confusing This lack of self control I fear is never ending Controlling I can't seem To find myself again My walls are closing in (Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced That there's just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before So insecure Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me Distracting, reacting Against my will I stand beside my own reflection It's haunting how I can't seem To find myself again My walls are closing in (Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced That there's just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before So insecure Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing, confusing what is real There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming (confusing what is real) This lack of self control I fear is never ending Controlling (confusing what is real)
now those are poetic verses worth reading, well put together and simply beautiful, unlike OPs nonsense. also r.i.p CB
πππππ im a human like you. quit crying and acting like your more important than anyone else
Acting? Acting? For one, I never stated that I was more important... But in all actuality your personality is shit, you make yourself less important every time you start your one sided arguements
ππokay worthless, whatever you say. as long as you feel more important then the world can continue spinning on
Forums is too dead. Lawnmower is missing a good choice of targets. He might be here for its final rest.