Eager

The blunt truth is that if you dropped dead my tears wouldn’t even bother following you, my pride my desire of wanting to become a better version of myself wouldn’t change and my prayers of not wanting to step into your torn shoes will be deeper; the eagerness and self pride for a belief that your scenes won’t be rehearsed nor will they ever be performed by thee.

Will the generation ever know about you or will I make them believe I was found in waste at three months old? That does sound like a better story than your very own existence.

I shouldn’t have written that...

Suicidal thoughts, dreams keeping me alive.