The air is so acrid in here
It is much more worse on the outside
The world is unforgiving to someone feeling like they’re lesser than everyone else
Every step outside makes me feel like a human debris
The lowest form of unworthy
No one mentioned this will be hard
Reached out but there’s no one really
Watched the last one bailing out
Can’t blame them of course
No one wants to hang around filth
Couldn’t even bring myself to tell them they were the last piece holding everything in place
There’s no hope here
No belonging in this place
Just years of emptiness
Of being lost
Of craving
Of wanting to die
Of being damned
© Blackgirlpoetry 🌼
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