i've been standing outside on the edge of this third story balcony. shouting at the streetlights. silence escaping my mouth. i blame it on my parents; the ones who told me i talk too much. i blame it on my teachers; the ones who taught me that my opinions did not matter unless they reflected theirs. i blame it on my friends; the ones who said i was just being overdramatic when you let yourself in as if i wasn't standing at the door saying no. i blame it on the world; the ones who said to keep it to myself because "nobody actually cares." but as i stand here half naked, whiskey in hand i blame myself; the one who allowed herself to become so small. the one who let herself drink so many of the lies that the bitterness, too difficult to swallow dried up her throat, taking the words with them. still i stand here shouting at the streetlights. i blame myself.
-kenzie
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numb.
Poetrythese are the words inside my head that i sometimes just need to get out. and hopefully you enjoy reading them
