Its almost suicide

Going quadraphobic
going homaphobic
walls closing in
my life becoming less snd less
trying to find a place to hide
more i try the more i become less inside
its almost suicide
trying so hard not to cry
its hard to fly
dont want to die
never wanted this road
instead of going right i turn left
becoming less inside
trying to hide
its almost suicide
its a phsycofellinie
trying to runjust want to have fun
its almost suicide.

poem by Bobby Butterfield
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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