when i was seven the world was so bright
then came eight nine and ten
eleven and twelve the world just kept getting darker
then twelve and a half came
and it all came crashing down
it echoes in ny head for eternity
thirteen i was miserable
and it just kept rolling downhill
fourteen came and it still got worse
like my feelings were decided
by a pinwheel
that all my limbs were stapled on
fourteen hurt
fourteen is the most painful
fourteen
i am still fourteen.
YOU ARE READING
tho(ugh)ts
Poésiecontent warning! some poems may have minor cursing and dark themes! my messy thoughts compressed into a series of poetry (dark mode recommended)
