✍︎︎ Dree’s Writing Drip

As July comes to an end,

& I have no more Cashapp money to spend.

Is this the beginning of something great?

Or is this the time my existence as well, should be coming to a fucking end?…

The ending of July is here,

Meaning my birthday is near.

Shouldn’t I get exited?

So why does my heart leak of sadness & fear?..

Another year choosing to fuck off entirely.

Another year of depression & anxiety.

Am I ever going to live up to my potential?

Bc living like a loser’s getting really tiring…

I could almost feel my body wanting to pull itself out of this hole I’ve dug myself in.

I could picture a life where I can finally win.

But I believe the chances of making it reality?

Are sadly, very thin.

So back so square fucking one,

Where nothing is getting fucking done.

Im still feeling the damn heat of the sun burn.

The party is no longer fun.

Theres no more corners to turn..

For July is coming to an end,

& I have no where else to run.