Hide me behind long hair and long jumpers,
Bury me under my blood and my sin.
Please, never wake me up from this slumber
Because I don't want to know the state that I'm in.
Trap me behind bars and keep me asunder
from beauty. I'll only taint it with scarred skin.
I'm no child anymore - I hold none of that wonder,
And I don't want to know the state that I'm in.
Keep me held under dangerous thunder,
My protection against you is only so thin.
Put me out into the wild and I will just blunder.
Please! I don't want to know the state that I'm in.
Give me the land if you want me to pillage and plunder -
Give me everything that you want thrown into the bin.
Give me a blanket that I can just crawl under
To hide from the horrible state that I'm in.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming off the Cliff
PoetryPoetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.