How I cry
See we all don't cry the same.
Just read along so I can explain.
I was born into poverty, built tough with a high tolerance for pain.
Growing up where I'm from and being in the streets you can't show weakness or cry.
Some people where I'm from wanted fame and a lot of things I asked why?
All I wanted was to survive and to not die in vein.
So writing and drawing is
How I cry
I wasn't born to a Silver spoon,
Nor does anyone in my family have money.
I was always treated differently then the other kids in my family.
I was a black sheep, it made me feel mistuned.
I thought I could make them love me by being funny.
I have to laugh at myself now because they still pushed me away.
So I sit writing and drawing cause that's
How I cry
No one ever asked hey you ok, want to play, so alone I stayed.
I figured the streets got to love me and boy did they.
I became an drug slanger, a gangbanger and a fighter all in one.
Don't get me wrong it was all fun.
But it all ended as fast as it started.
So I sat thinking, writing and drawing that's
How I cry
Its been like this my whole life even now and I'm married with a wife.
I will never treat someone like there nothing because I know that feeling.
Im slowly recovering, you know mental healing.
So I sit writing and drawing because this is
HOW I CRY
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Comments
Writing and drawing is a beautiful way to express yourself! This was a well expressed poem.
Sounds like you came a long way from where you've been. I live in poverty, i do drugs and i drink whenever i can just because i enjoy the high life. Its getting better and im learning to be more moderate. Take care man and keep it up if thats your release.
That's deep , I like the rawness in your poem, heartfelt and pure.
When you hear truth it cannot be denied. That was amazing!