WHO I HOPE TO BE
the hole inside my heart is stupid deep death with his pathetic grip a dire pattern which gives me chills not sure if my soul wills a garden… my heart once blossom now I pay prices, ransom weighty garbage on a naive shoulder my flaws gets bolder juxtapose in my psyche a war zone and anarchy a meadow transient to a battle field psychological weapons i wield what if who I hope to be was always me and the love I fail to feel was always free a thorough therapy I need my mind needs to clear off these weed @talk2leigh (X & insta) 5:44am 7 Sept 2026
