I can hear your words bringing me down like an anchor of barnacles blaming me for being down.
You faded away when I needed you the most, your words kill every part of me.. as I realize I am not what you want me to be. I never realized the darkness holds to its shadows and hordes them as property.
Feeling is prohibited on this property.
Blinded in your cold words and standards of what is perfect. What Makes you perfect, the money you make? The woman who feeds your ego when I know you perfectly well. You gave up on me because I starved your ego.
You have nothing.. drowning in a pool of alcohol, creating a beautiful illusion calling me illusional when I'm always sober when you seem to care.
When I care, I see the cans polluting this family.
i have learned your habits but i am going to live cleaner without you..
YOU ARE READING
Trash Poetry.
PoetryBasically, poetry that would be thrown in the trash but also put on the internet, enjoy! <3
