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the body aches and pains returned
to this shell of a body
my damaged soul possesses.
they’ve come to tear myself apart
yet again.
is this déjà vu?
last year’s april?
i thought it finally ended.
i guess i was wrong.
i have a desire
to be thrown back
into the fire.
cast me down
into a hell i don’t believe in.
just get rid of these
aches and pains.
oh god, it hurts.
maybe i deserve this.
god will send me to hell
but i don’t believe.
(i don’t believe
in anything at all.)
almost every body part
aches and aches and aches
just right.
i’ll rip off this
pleasant human disguise
and you’ll find
a monster underneath.
i can’t pretend anymore.
these lies are hurting my body.
i wish i could be human just like you.
oh god, notre dame is burning.
the world is burning.
everything is burning.
i hate mondays.
and tuesdays.
and every other day that ends in y.
but i really hate mondays.
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a poem i wrote very quickly to start things off.
i won't even pretend i wrote this on the 1st. it's pretty obvious i wrote this today (the 16th).
yeah idk. this one is just a bad mess.
(of course i have to write about pain again- that's like my thing when it comes to my poetry!)
i won't even pretend i wrote this on the 1st. it's pretty obvious i wrote this today (the 16th).
yeah idk. this one is just a bad mess.
(of course i have to write about pain again- that's like my thing when it comes to my poetry!)
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