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