i tripped and i fell.
at the mercy of kindness
but left for hell.
delusions of growth,
my mind made of tenderness;
the splendor of poison.
bleeding internally,
diagnosed with fear of darkness;
manipulation prevalent.
existential awareness,
prompting unwelcoming loneliness,
from your selfishness.
make me beg of you
to think of me
and ask if after
i tripped and i fell
whether i was well.
often times the verb "to fall" is used metaphorically to refer to a lower point in someone's life. i found it ironic that the cause of my lowest point was when i really did just trip and fall. like some sort of bootleg alice in wonderland. but instead of taking a shit ton of hallucinogens, it was six shots of strawberry smirnoff chased with a shitty energy drink.
my whole fucking world changed in one night. i lost the trust i had in my friends. i lost the care and comfort i once felt. all because i tripped and i fell. such a stupid mistake and it's cost me everything: friends, trust, happiness, comfort, and security.
oh well.
love,
dee dee
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the road
Poetryon the road basically a collection of the random poems that i write whenever i feel a smidge of motivation + little anecdotes to explain whatever the fuck i'm trying to say
