March
Try to forget the passed.
The thoughts stay a wonder, on what will be last.
The thoughts and the passion happen in night hours.
Refuse to show up to funerals going forward to lay flowers.
Breaking the heart and some may call me selfish.
It will only be for my parents or myself when I perish.
I think over and over this is the day that I m great and nothings wrong.
Then the harm thoughts come and then I just play a song.
Some music to heal my soul when I m just down and out.
Many people looking to be seen for clout.
I m just making content to push as if itβs therapy.
Maybe the lord knows a lot of people couldnβt live being me.
Appreciative but also content when need be.
Some peopleβs age as they go is the beginning start.
Maybe just maybe that my fate in hand for a beginning March.













