Life would be so much easier without
This thick mess transparent in its terrible insistent tragic ways.
Depression.
It holds the key to my repressed freedom
only to be waving that key in front of my face
as I am pinned underneath questions
I can never make myself answer
A Cut.
Fresh and new, blood flowing, rolling, spilling, filling, killing, numbing.
Jackets cover the scars, the scabs, scrapes,
keeping unwanted, unneeded, uncontrolled questions at bay.
Freeing my mind from friends, foes, family and feelings
Gay.
I'm gay, people snicker and gossip,
as I trip,
over my own feet.
Gay can be taken in so many ways.
They all end up meaning the same thing, however, offhandedly offensive words may be.
Boys.
They heal,
They hurt,
My Achilles' heel,
I tumble and move mockingly towards the end,
persisting through the numbness
through my unnecessary existence.
Boys, so hard to read, yet so easy to fall for.
...
If it weren't for love, life would be so easy.
...
If it weren't for everything about me, life would be,
So
God
Damned
Easy.
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoesíaWARNING: May contain triggering material. Read at your own risk. A collection of poems based on life, love and heartbreak. Also, a huge thanks to Via (@bookworm_2726) for designing my new book cover!! Credits: @TheBookworm1237 for the inspiration t...
