Poems For The Broken

Untitled

This isn't untitled because I couldn't think of a title for this,

Maybe it's because not every story has a title.

I could write a ton of sad things,

Or a story about death.

But not everything ends up the way we want.

It starts a one lie maybe two,

Then we become bigger.

Not in the way you think,

We aren't human,

We are our demons.

We don't have a title,

So why title us with attention seeker?

Or whore?

Or slut?

Know the story before you title it.

Life is a story,

An untitled one.