Air It Out For 3

The title of my poem is called Air it out for 3 2 

1 - If he wanted to, he would (error sound), error! It’s, if we knew we would. 

If we knew we would, the depths of our hum

Yet our silence echoes, leaving hearts numb.

Like a tangled web where truth is spun,

Misunderstood, our journey remains unsung.

For two

2 - We provide the bullets you use against us.

Against us, war rages within,

Personifying battles where thoughts begin.

Each bullet fired, a self-inflicted sin,

In the battlefield of the mind, we're torn within. 

Into the three 

3 - It's hard to articulate how sometimes I don't want to be here, I can’t even be here for my self how can I be here for

4 - I’m lost, I need waze. 

I'm lost, seeking ways to navigate, in search of light to illuminate. In the depths of darkness, tears cascade, Aching souls, by burdens weighed.

Since I was 4 or maybe 5

Five - Air it out.

how do I do so without sounding like I’m like trying to go 

6- six feet under.

Six feet under, the whispered call,

Echoes of despair, yearning for release from uni’s merciless floggings. 

Written Piece

By Josa Osa-oni