B.L.A.C.K. L.I.V.E.S. M.A.T.T.E.R. / Too Late
265 Words
Built on a cracked foundation
Loved by only ourselves
Appreciated by the future
Creative in mind
Killed by haters
Lead by revolutionaries
Independent on soul
Verified by color
Envied by others
Strong in spirit
Mad at the past
Accelerating change
Terrified of the present
Trusted by none
Evolved in thought
Revolutionary
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There are voices in my head
That tell me "yeah go ahead
No one will care anyway
You're just a nobody going away"
"When you talk no one hears
When you scream they cover their
ears.
When you laugh they look and smile
When you frown, suddenly everyone
is blind.
When you expose the most vulnerable
of yourself no one cries
No one comforts
They all pretend like your telling a lie
They would rather think that
Your perfectly fine"
And shouldn't I listen to these voices?
The people in my body? In my mind?
Shouldn't I listen to them.
Because who would care if I went
away?.......Right?
Would they notice?
How long untill they do?
Blissful ignorance. I wish I had it.
Then I could ignore my own
problems.
Then I could smile with every one
else in the world.
We would party.
Just ignore the problem until it goes
away.
The only problem with this "solution"
It will NEVER go away!
It will NEVER disappear!
Because the only way for them to
TRULY leave....is with....you.
With you.
With you.
In the grave.
Dead.
Alone.
Forgotten.
Maybe the voices in my head piont
in the right direction.
Maybe it doesn't.
We wont really know.
Until.....its too late.
Until it comes a time where nothing
can ever really be done.
A time in which we will all truly
crumble in the depths of our soul
hiding from ourselves.
When it is too late.
The world....will be too late to save.
We will perish and prosper no more.
We will finally show our true selves
But nothing will change.
The world will still fall under the
the oppressions of hate.
And fear.
- Writer
