Pay attention to me before it’s too late.
Someone reading under the lines was something I did expect
Got a bad habit to over explain.
Still my words go into vain
Every time my words are cut feels like am cut deep in my chest.
Being vocal about it wasn’t the best
I finally realise the value of hearing ears
Who listens to my silent tears
Not that am privileged enough to have one
I wld rather have hands to trigger of the gun
Please hear me out I finally begged
I wish I was dead instead
I shall decide to walk a path where self is the only place.
Will never allow anyone in my space.
Maybe ignorance was in my fate.
Now it’s too late.