Wet stains on pillows
Bite marks on pillows
(Try to muffle a damned scream in a-)
Shaking fists upon the walls
Giving another reason to snitch and pitch
Into the game of tag
Break glass with your voice
Show the world you don't give a -
Caress angry down
Or it'll pop with hot water
Lean down
To see my
Veins
I cut my skin away to show my emotional scars
but I found none
my therapist lied.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
