I need to stop sitting here crying these tears
Because when I do, it gives me a fear
That at such a young age, I feel like I'm dying
Man, I wonder if you knew you were lying
When you told me that this is just life
Even though, in this state, most end with a kitchen knife.
Its sick and twisted in so many ways
That for years and years each individual day
Feels like it was worse than the ones before
Is it so bad, to want a little bit more?
What I really need though
More than you could even know
Is for you to close your mouth and listen
So that I don't do the same thing
As those kids in the kitchen.
YOU ARE READING
Just your average teenage poet
PoetryHey all! This is basically a collection of the poetry and random stuff I've been writing for the past couple years. It isn't much but I figure I might as well put it out there. Some people might even relate to a few of these.... Anyways enjoy <3 ~...
