All the types of love // Poetry // Compilation #6

Youths' wasted time

We burn our lungs to forget the smell of our polluted lives, lain awake under the weight of more than just blankets. Take pills, never enough pills to cure our weak knees, cracked hips and railroad scars. So much poison in our blood the water from our bathtubs can't drown us in time. Angry blades to score our bodies with the number of our mistakes, so many mistakes