I can be aggressive
I can be impressive
I can repeat lines written on a page
I can speak my own words
Let my anger lead my writing away like a group of lost birds
I let my feelings be described by my age.
I'm 'to young to love'
So I shove down my feelings
I put it into writing.
I put it into scars on my wrist.
I need help.
But I won't get it.
I don't want it.
I don't need to fuck up any more lives then I have to.
If I'm to young to love, I'm to young to feel. So I don't.
Are you pleased?
When I'm dead knowing that you're old enough to feel sad for me?
You're not sad.
You don't know sad.
I can't leave my room without wanting to cry because I can't mentally handle my surroundings from pushing down my feelings because it was to much for you to handle that I might have fucking feelings.
YOU ARE READING
Kimya Dawson
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems. Most of them are weird, and almost all of them are based on my life.
