Author's Note: Warning, some of the content in this poem could be triggering, such as mentions of self harm, suicide, etc. Do not read if you could be triggered. Stay safe.
Take me back
To when the world was just a playground
Where the dark could never reach us
And the monsters stayed under our beds
Now scraped knees become slit wrists
And vitamins turn into anti-depressants
Because we're all just a bunch of kids
Who got lost on their way to Neverland
Take me back
To when she always looked both ways before crossing the road
When now she doesn't anymore
Because all she wants to do is die
Now guns aren't made of plastic anymore
They shoot bullets instead of water
And he cries as he puts it to his head
Because life is that bad.
Take me back
To when my smiles were real
And I wasn't always so scared of living
Back when I thought I could take over the world.
Because we're all so sick of this life
When the world is put onto our shoulders
And we're supposed to make so many hard decisions
Even though it only tears us apart
We were the brave kids of yesterday
And now we're just beaten and broken
Because no one seems to realize
That we're still just little kids on the inside
Take me back
To when the world was just a playground
Where the dark wasn't surrounding us
And the monsters weren't inside my head.
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Pretending to be Bukowski: A Poem Collection
PuisiA collection of poems by me. Only posting the ones I find are the best. Warning: many have harsh language or explicit content and may be triggering to some. There is also a lot of angst, sadness, anger, etc.
