I wish I had more for you
Than monotone melodies
And recycled lyrics
I wish my words wouldn't bring you grief
But it's hard
When the battle of adolescence rages
We are but human
Enslaved in the system of people
Where the only security we have is the insecurity we feel
They say it gets better
They say to carry on
But what can I carry?
How can it get better?
When all around me the body count only rises
When all I can see are sunsets instead of sunrises
Dreading the day
Neglected at night
They say it gets better
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
