little women poems

Hate, is a harsh word...

Damn.

Why?

Every night, I sit a cry.

Whoa.

I know, right! I never understand sometimes, why I always sit and cry!

It's never 'cuse it is, my month or, neither 'cuse I hit my foot...

So someone tell me what's the problem?!

Cry damsels are out of style!
I feel like no one knows my pain, this definitely ain't a 'some-emo-thing....'

I'm always in my room, all day...
I wanna sleep the day away...
I never wanna meet my friends...
My hunger always leaves again...
Nothing ever seems to go right...
Everything pisses me off in sight...

The next thing after anger. Seems to be avoiding sleep or ...other times, it might just be, my overflowing anxiety.

So let's relay these steps again for those, that quite don't understand..

Sadness...check
Emptiness...check
Anger...check
Loss of hunger...check

Then it just starts over again, again, again, and again!

Until I feel like I'll break...these feelings I want to shake...

Maybe I feel great, when I finally break...
................................................................

It's dark.

And cold.

I now I'm sinking.

I feel them grab me.

I'm breathing, but barely.

I don't want help...

I warm...

I see

So warm

So war..

So wa...

So...

So shoot!

BANG!

My feet are fast, they hit the pavement!
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running!
When I hear that bang, I'm done.

It's fight or flight...
Morning or Night...
Blackness or sunlight...

Death or life...

I'm still deciding what's right...

So I'll run, until I hit the tape that's white...