Punching bag
That's what I feel like
Smack smack smack
Do this do that
How is it so hard
Hit hit hit
Shut the fuck up
And every time you try
The chain breaks
And you fall right on the floor
But it doesn't end there
Kicking and screaming
Without a scratch you're fine
But you remember every single word.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoesíaA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
