Nothing but nicotine smoke
is running through my lungs,
my thoughts are turning into
clouds, with death in between.
My heart has become full
of sorrow and despair
I proceeded to inhale my last
breath, to explore six feet under.
I was raised with painful supports
You’re not good enough to work with us
You’re not smart enough to earn a degree
You’re not responsible enough to marry her
No one knows how I really feel
I feel the tears on my cheeks
I feel the blood above my cuts
As yet, I feel empty like the rain.