"I'll be okay."
Is what you want me to say
But when i say the truth
You greedy bastards devour the proof
"It will be okay."
Teachers spit their disgusting pity in my face
When i write what i cannot say
They hold it to my face
And tell me to stop acting this way
They send me to counsellors
Who all say the same
"I think it will be best if you went away."
Away
to a place with white and grey walls
With beds that reek of shame
And the nurses are all the same
"You have a problem and i think i can help."
the doctors always look pathetic
In their well pressed slacks
Button up shirts
With ties that i despise
Give me pills
Just give me pills
It's what i need
Not to get away from this this horrid family
Make me numb, doc
I don't want to feel
I don't want to remember the truth
My mother keeps buried within empty "i love yous."
I have had enough
Of the memories flooding me
So, doc, you say you can help me
And i don't know if that is true
But have you ever considered
Physician assistant suicide too?
YOU ARE READING
Someone once remembered
PoetryWARNING these poems are not for children, or anyone that is completely against drug abuse, sex,talk of suicide, etc. basically do not read this unless you know you are chill.
