It's no crime to see with your heart, speak
With your hands till you have your words burnt
To rubbles by yourself, retaining it within you,
Your mouth in your heart. Crave help dear
Do you ever think it's normal as a teen to sleep and
wake up without feeling refreshed after having your
Eyes zipped to your brain for hours?!. Crave help, having zero
friends with a handful of foes leave the world imbalance
Smiling and sniffing in a tug of war to hold back tears,
Pains glued your tongue to your teeth do you think
That's typical? Falling off the peak of beautiful skyscrapers
Of desires, you built yourself from your last glimpse of joy,
Seeking refugee in a realm as lonely as you detest yourself
For that, Decorated with Whatsapp as the greens, the blue
skies of Facebook with a hundred and one followers on Insta
but still empty, trailed by a thousand and six "I love you"
"You're nothing"," worthless", "useless", " bestie", "fuck you"
You hide in your sixteen-year-old brain, so unfair I suppose?
Crave help dear. Do you think you're dying for some moment
You saw the heart as a sort of heaven then again it wasn't true?
Crave help from those you didn't see when you kicked yourself
Out of mother. You just need to sit, keep calm and trust will
Always find you. You need no miracle to smile and breathe to
What you love. Crawl to aid and I bet you find it running to you.
Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a Nigerian-based writer and a veterinary student at the University of Ibadan. He has been trying to pursue his enthusiasm for poetry by penning multiple samples. He has his works published/Forthcoming in Poet's choice, tectonic mag, and many more. He tweets from; @OladejoAFeranmi