I am a tortured,
lonely,
stretched to bone soul.
Your words I have learned to block out,
but the pain inside still remains icy, and cold.
'Fat ass!'
'Dumb ass!'
'A crime against human nature!"
These words are already ringing in my ears,
So why for the lecture?
I go to my room,
the only safe place in my life.
And I drink and purge and cut,
so maybe you will realize;
that I am not a fat ass,
I live off of pills and booze.
I am not a dumb ass,
I finding a way to try and please you.
I surely hope I am not a crime against nature,
because you know I'll try to find a way
to nick that vein or artery,
to make my crime go away.
Oh mother I love you so,
more than you will ever know.
More than my being,
my mind,
and every other thing with those that go.
So before you tell me that it was always okay,
that all my efforts were just a waste of time,
know that everything was for you,
but that I'll continue beng just fine.
Okay, that really sucked. But I just wanted to try it out 'cause I'm trying out poetry.
Hope you liked it a little, though! :)
