my name is chachi and i write sad poems.
so sad it may be too depressing for some.
even my Claude asked me if i was okay
i told it yeah, it’s all just a wordplay
i’m very connected to my feelings
i write down every secret worth revealing
most days i have things under control
some days the feelings swallow me whole
alas. into it i dive, unafraid
it’s all just me and the choices i made
i know why i’m doing all these things
i may seem lost but i pull my own strings
at the end of the day i know i’ll be okay
even in grief i will find my way
i just have the impulse to carve into rhymes
the black and blues of all my crimes
