TRIGGER WARNINGS : HOMOPHOBIA, SELF HARM, BULLYING, HARASSMENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE
I knew that day
The moment my life began to decay
Hand to mouth
Eyes wide
"Oh God, I'm gay!"
Or wait
Maybe not
It was just a thought
You know what?
Pan
That fits better in the can
His lips
Fake promises
Gifts made from fear
Bleeding when I got near
Twice I made that mistake
Then thrice
Then I realized
I was right all along
I AM GAY
I am a queer
I don't feel as though I belong here
Government hates me
Wants me dead
Keep quiet
Think straight thoughts
Inside that not-so-pretty head
You want that to be you?
Watch the men as they shoot true
Genderfluid?
Wait, what's that?
Oh nevermind
God, you're so fat
Food?
No thanks, I'm good
Not new to the neighborhood
Poetic?
Wow, that's weird
Another artist freak kid
Just be like the rest
Why won't you conform?
Go home!
Slice up your arm
That's right you fool
Act like a tool
Depression?
Oh, what's that?
A fancy word for sad is all
Pass the quiet girl in the hall
So stupid, you see?
Clutching that book
She once hit me
I tried to take it from her arms
But she fought
Like I meant harm
Were you raised on a farm?
Cold office
Steely gaze
Quietly turn the thick page
Is that all from me?
Blood, hair, scars ,complaints
From my tree?
Oh?
I smell a lie
"You need a bra!"
Here, you needn't show off
Blood
So much blood
Hot stench
Fear of the wreched
That's normal?
What the fuck
Look, there's a fist
DUCK!
You dare tell another lie?
SHUT UP!
JUST SHUT UP!
WHY WON'T THESE VOICES DIE?
YOU ARE READING
Memories Graveyard
PuisiA look into the minds of the tormented, told through their dancing words and raw emotions. A beautiful art form, twisted and wild, known as poetry.
