[13/08, 1:07 am] David Fonjah🤗🤗: I miss those nights when all I did was put words together to make a poem that doesn't really make sense, but spoke everything I wanted to say. Even though I knew some might just flip to the next page without reading the wordings; I had to; I just had to post one more piece every time I felt something.
I miss those nights that I just held closely to my diary; writing every wrong I'd gladly want to right in society.
I miss nights when all I did was cry. I did cry a lot because everyone had a different opinion about me, and I just hadn't enough time to tell/show them I have a heart too.
I miss those nights that were full of sad songs. I mean... I just had to listen to the words; I needed to believe love wasn't real; I needed to believe love gives pain. I need to believe in the words of the songs. So all I did was play one more; more of those songs until I get too drunk and could take any more sips.
I miss nights when I could just turn on my Youtube for motivational videos. Really!? I had to take a cup loaded with everything. I needed it sometimes, 'cause I couldn't move another leg when it gets too frustrating and too hot in there. I need to believe in myself...just as they keep reiterating.
I miss those nights when all I could...