4 STICKY WICKETS💔

A pain that lingers, a burden to keep,

The trust once given, now shattered and lost,

A bond that's broken, at a great cost.

The ones we love, we hold so dear,

Their words and actions, we hold so near,

But when deceit enters the fray,

The foundation crumbles, the love fades away.

A mother's love, a father's pride,

The siblings' bond, that cannot be denied,

But when one turns, against the rest,

A family torn, put to the test.

The hurt and anger, they do collide,

The pain so raw, it's hard to hide,

The questions linger, the trust is gone,

The family bond, now a distant song.

The wounds may heal, with time and care,

But the scar remains, a constant reminder there,

Of the betrayal, the hurt and  broken, never the same again.

A pain that lingers, a burden to keep,

May forgiveness come, and love be restored,

The family bond, once again adored.

In fields of emerald, secrets dwell,

A verdant gift, nature's spell.A token born from earth's embrace,

To mend the hearts that time deface.

Within the bosom of a home,

Where love's sweet whispers oft did roam,

A tempest brewed, its stormy rage,

Tore asunder bonds of age.

But lo, the herb, of greenish hue,

Its tender leaves, as morning dew,

Bestowed upon that fractured space,

A balm to heal, a saving grace.

For in the smoke of kindled flame,

Lay solace wrapped in wispy frame,

Unfurled tendrils, gentle sway,

Ushered in a brighter day.

A family bound by threads so thin,

Now fortified, the strife within,

Dissolved and scattered to the breeze,

As whispers 'mongst the rustling leaves.

United, they shared the sacred breath,

Of cannabis, that conquered death,

Of love, of bonds, of family ties,

Rekindled in the smoky skies.

The herb, a savior, some may say,

Illumed the path, to mend the fray,

And in its soft, embracing hold,

A tale of healing love 

Oh, old man, why do you stare,

With eyes that creep, that full of dare,

You're old enough to be my grandpa,

Yet your looks, they make me feel so cheap.

Your words, they slither, like a snake,

Your intentions, they're so hard to shake,

You offer me things, to catch my mind,

But your lustful gaze, it's hard to unwind.

I'm young, so young, with dreams so bright,

But you, old man, you give me fright,

Your touch, it's clammy, it makes me sick,

And your lecherous ways, they make me feel so thick.

You may think that you're still young at heart,

But your desires, they tear us apart,

I am full of youth, you are full of age,

The thought of your touch, it fills me with rage

You're nothing but a predator, with evil in your mind,

Your advances, they're disgusting, so hard to define,

I am not a toy, for you to play,

So leave me be, and go on your way.

Oh, old man, you may be blind,

To the revulsion that you leave behind,

But I am young, with a whole life to lead,

And your advances, they are not what I need.

So take your lust, and leave me be,

For I am young, and I am free,

To make my own choices, to live my own life,

Without your disgusting, unwelcome strife.

Depression is a heavy burden to bear,

It can feel like no one really cares.

You try to speak up and share your pain,

But it’s like no one wants to hear you explain.

You muster up the courage to say,

“I’m not okay,” but it’s met with a delay.

The response comes too little and too late,

And by then all your happiness has flown away.

It’s like falling into a deep abyss,

The darkness envelopes you like a shroud of mist.

You cry out for help, but it’s in vain,

The silence deafening, the hurt enormous pain.

You try to push through the unrelenting sadness,

But it’s a struggle, a constant fight with madness.

Your heart aches, your soul is tired,

It’s like you’re caught in a trap, you feel uninspired.

You wish you could turn back time,

To the days when things seemed just fine.

When you could speak up without fear,

And your words were heard by a listening ear.

But now it’s too late, you’re in too deep,

The pain, the hurt, it’s hard to keep.

You pray for strength to carry on,

But the foggy darkness feels so strong.

So you sit in the void of your mind,

Trying to leave the past behind.

Hoping for a better tomorrow,

A future where there’s no more sorrow.

But until then, you keep fighting,

Holding onto hope, despite the frightening.

Trying to speak up when you can,

Knowing that maybe someone will understand.

I told you of my depression youuuuuu 

You used it as an argument 

I'm so agitated 

I want to die 

I want to die soon and its is sad I tell you but once stated now a manifestation because life would be better 

More than normal 

I am here who is different 

I am her who is numb 

I am her who feels to much

I am her who is unmotivated 

I am her !!!

And fuck you if you think it's an aesthetic 

Written by 

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 YUROSUN AMWAMA SHEBUNAH NYAIRABU 👑