My family doesn't understand. I know
it's because they've been telling me that I have all the time I need;
I have plenty of time to work it out,
but why don't they understand?
I'm like this because I don't think I can hold on longer;
time isn't actually running out;
I'm just losing,
running,
away and out,
from the time Im still locked on.
Losing time was never what my problem is;
if I died, time wouldn't stop for me;
I would just stop.
so why do you keep talking about time fixing me, mom?
time doesn't heal anything
time holds no real meaning
I'm doing you a favour, mom
I never asked for the word "sorry"
a deep, five-hundred word apology
mom, just be apparent
I'm even doing my best
trying to clean up the pests
you've made me be
just so people won't talk about you
being
a
bad
fucking
parent
...
mom? Are you not giving me the help I need because you think time is all I need?
to what?
to get myself out of this fucking mess you made?
to figure out how to accept shits because that's how life works?
"All I have is time," right?
wrong, there isn't much time left until I wreck this hell of a life you fucking gave
so fuck you, mom.
and your fucking half assed principles.
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
