cutting myself was a way of healing my inner pains, drawing scars on my arms was a way I use to express my pain.
Seeing scars on my arms would define the hurt I’ve been through
Tears would roll down and I wouldn’t notice being alone was my best friend.
Food was like an enemy and pumping my body with pills was joy to me.

You see our pains don’t only start now
They started when a little angel was brought unto this world
Living in a black dominated community with a mindset of “no child is emotionally not okay cause life hasn’t started for you”

That’s where the fault started
What we feed our mind is what we pump into our hearts
What we know as peace is actually a forever war
And love can no longer be defined

Emotional support is what our generation lacks
Hear me whisper as I start walking through the valley of distill tranquility
Where rain washes away worries
Birds singing in perfect harmony clearing your ungodly thoughts
A river with the purest soother

A place that does not exist,
Even in my dreamland it cannot be found
I am emotionally tired and death would be the best way to relax.