I heard a talk with my doubts today,
She held my hand and I let her,
I did not want her to let me go,
She almost felt like safety,
So I let her hide me under the shadows of her wings.
She introduced me to her best buddy sadness,
She was pretty cool,
I held her with my own hands.
She was not the talkative type,
So I just kept to myself mostly,
She taught me to be ice,
Not to feel,
Not to heal.
Before sadness left ,
She told me her real name was anger,
Anger told me I could chat with her,
There was fire in her eyes and ice in her words,
She was wild and rough,
She was like a sad pathetic ex lover,
She talked of revenge mostly.
She left me with depression,
She told me she was a bitch.
But she was funny hahaha,
You see one minute she would tell me am hot,
And the next she would tell me am thick and fat.
And nobody likes big containers.
She was also a party animal,
So she would take me to this parties,
Where we would get high on self pity,
And drunk on shots of self destruction.
The next day,
I woke up with hangovers,
That felt like voices.
They told me it was over,
That I should just end it.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
