A sense of cool soothes my skin
I have not been heard
I have not been fed
They liars who rotting me out to the dead

A sense of cool that soothes my skin
My bones shiver
My heart broken
My joy relinquished
I am not heard
I am not fed
They are liars whose rotting me out to the dead
Vigorously in rage
Screaming where no one can hear me
Because I'm voiceless
Burning internally like lava
The speed flows rapidly
I scream for help
Nobody seems to bat an eye
They stare in pity
And say good day

Being genuine wouldn't have hurt
But you chose your path
And I was left picking a different direction
© M.C💗