Destructive Depressing Midnight Hot Topics --------------------------------------------------------------- Not sure how to feel, my parents hid my sleeping pills. I hate to look at my own shoulder, but mom said that scars fade as you get older. But as I grow older, the scars only increase and i'm faking sober. My anxiety steeps, so I keep with the beat. ( one two three ) I burned all the trees and found nothing. Can you find me? I know a kid. She's crying in the rocking chair, because she has some trauma. Mom's d e a d and dad's never home. Sister is s u i c i d a l ----------------------------- and brother's on a l c o h o l. so she'll sit in her chair, singing, "I didn't want you to leave. I just wanted you to stay. Last night I had a dream... that you were still alive. You said it wasn't my fault... you told me to survive." Her mom left a text, but that's the last she'll ever hear from her. Falling to the floor, because she refuses to rehearse. She's afraid to be left all alone. In a house that used to be a home. This thought took all the strength from her very bones. I just kept my mouth shut, didn't want it to be too traumatic. This is tragic. The number one murderer on the black-list is our own minds. You haven't seen these violent crimes, drastic lies, dramatic tries. Let's pile up these casually committed casualties and end the list there with FINALITY. Because I won't et any one else suffer from this all-consuming T R A GE D Y . I wrote this letter with the best of intentions, not to mention, I added some steady progression. Match the method I display poetic aggressions. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The walls are crashing down on us kids, screaming how we can't run from anywhere. We'll dye our hair. To change our face. A pure disgrace. It shows in our crying eyes. Because no matter where we run, we just can't change our minds. To change our face. A pure disgrace. It shows in our crying eyes. Because no matter where we run, we just can't change our minds. Please find me. ----------------------------------------------------------------I -1:30 am
Written by me. at one am like most poems are. please share this with anyone you think might need it. or maybe it's just me.
