WritingbyJordan

my mind is ill

wants me dead

brought on by traumas traumas trauma

past through generations

created by something that moves only with the wind

that made you pick this over that

something in the wind

that made your pain pass on to your son or daughter

and where did it all start

perhaps when we first got a paycheque

or when we could get more than we needed

whenever it was

whatever it is

I’m here now, like this

I’m here now

I’m here now

wanting to die

wanting some relief

wanting to be free

some get it

most don’t

some make it out

some don’t

which one will I be