Poems from CH
Sitting at the back of the class, watching the second hand tick,
it ticks really slowly, like it’s dragging gum around everywhere,
but when...
I’m just sick of it all,
sick of smiling when I’m dying,
tired of caring when I’m ignoring,
and done with life if this is it.
But I’ve...
I wish you would appreciate me.
Down and up from my toes to head,
Even the places I hide,
Like my morbid secrets,
Or shameful insecurities...
I never noticed before how much I hated people,
maybe not hate but definite disgust,
it’s this feeling of repulsion,
like a trashy feeling...
When I jab at you with a stick,
and shiver with anticipation,
I await your stinging slap,
and the sharp high that always follows.
When I...