THIS ONE IS REALLY PERSONAL
You left more than a hole in my stomach seventeen years ago
Looking in the mirror, seeing a stranger
Not knowing what else you left for me
You gave me a body I don't want
And a lot of questions that will never be answered
All of these questions, I'll bind
To your tears and mine, we are blind
A china doll in a white world
If only my hand in yours could be curled
At the end of the day, I'll walk away
After everything, I understand
Why you had to let go of my hand
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoésiePoetry 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...
