I'm soooo tired
I can't sleep
I kunt think!
I want to write another poem
I want to draw another sketch
I ought to feel another's lips
teasing me,
tasting me,
hating me...
this hatred bubbling
like boils on the surface of my skin
Don't look at me like that- - -
as if I make no sense
as if I've lost my mind.
I'm not crazy I tell ya...
Wait, who stole my jelly bellies?!
*cries*
They are mines and I need them.
Did you steal my jelly bellies?
No one leaves until I get them back!
Oh - wait - nevermind
I forgot I ate them already
Now, what was I saying again?
Sometimes when its sunny outside,
I could almost see God cry.
Was this sight made for me,
made for only me to see?
What does it mean, can you tell?
Is, God, sending me to Hell?
Sometimes when its cloudy outside,
all of a sudden I would want to die.
Was that sight made for me,
can you tell me, tell me please?!
Stop this insanity! Make this only be a dream.
I reach out with all my might,
"Take me, God, into the light..."
She's numb inside
not knowing how to feel
she only knows when to smile
when others seem concerned
She cries sometimes
mostly when wanting to scream
the memories of trauma and tragedy
stubbornly return
She tries so hard
desperate to appear normal...
while self-inflicting cuts and burns
Her reflection lies,
her break-downs are just a foible
Taking control of her life
is something she has failed to learn
And so now we are left to witness
as she withers into a waste
She begs your forgiveness
while she chooses to leave this place
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