RETICENT SCARS
I thought I could live without my dad
I had to love a life, sorrowful and sad
I rise and draw enough strength to sit
With my thought unclear, thickly fogged with mist
A film before my eyes, I'd stare at people in bewirldment
Could this be my antique dad, redirecting my steps
In my own little world
I could reminisce my dad last words
Is this authentically happening?
Am I still gasping?
Not having a dad can be really sad
This is beyond explanation
I whimpered for days in anticipation
I waited till it became a night mare
I want to be free of this rivers flowing down my muzzle
Am I Insane? But I'm still the same
Alas!! I got a notion
So I won't keep blubbering
I kept staring at the moon
I will be uniting with dad soon
And we will all be propitious again
This bedazzling Morning
I retreated with some money
I procured some pills
That would subsequently vouchsafe me peace
I was so blithe
My eyes were already culminating
Nobody from stopping
I was bleeding
I couldn't get help
Anxiety and Depression is Real
BY: BUNMI