Suicide Was Fun

I suckle on titties, don’t ask the proof
They call me the truth
I’d rather they forget that I knew
past tense present pain
I’m every heroes favorite story
except my own
homeless child with a home
misunderstood genius
alienated…
before being an alien
was appreciated
my tears are titanic
did you get that?
my pain drowns titanics
I’m a titan in panic
why be great
when the world
is a lame worshiped?
Why should I lie?
I’m scared teaching
your young.
For me…
suicide was fun
They say be strong
but to me
strong only means
that I get bit
once more
that I can’t sleep
got to score
got to be owl
got to be jay
When do I
fucking finally
get a chance
to say
I don’t want
to be me
naked out the box
no accessories
goddess loves me
but scared to
share this pain
share this misery
my homies think
i’m the shit
i think i’m shit
you applaud the west
I understand
my psychosis
you run from the gun
but
suicide was fun

I write prose
will
never
win
an
award
I make words
animate
I am the action
script
no tags
unless you
talking
about “Face”
he ain’t walking
C is back
lost in
a world
lost
I’m a king
of an
Asylum
dying breeds
crying seeds
Mothers
who should
be called
Queens
Kings
who
Deserve
to
be
called
Dons
Scholars
that
earned
the
right
to
end
after
alpha
Coaches
without
rings
that
deserve
universes
You
can
love
these
verses
But
Suicide was fun…

I want to die
with every breath
I hate the people
I help
I’m hated by
the people
I help
I don’t know wealth
I robbed and ganked
I was just
another
pea in the pod
another
soul in the tank
flush
They said I
was in
a rush
But Kinte
made
money
that ain’t
none of
us
ever
touched
But I’m wrong
work out
but
when I
strong arm
you inject
me back
into
the farm
I screamed for more days than my calculus could count
but I’m abstract
so you count me out
I’m a nerd
with hood
training
a player
with academic
sensibilities
I never asked
to be
me
I just was
organic
like a weed
so weed me
I dare you
Suicide was fun…