Poems from bitterpill52
I want to rip my skull apart,
Jagged cliffs on either side,
Take my brain,
And carve out the bad.
If I am unable to do that,
I want to...
At age four, you realize you are changing, aging.
You promptly tell your mother you would like to stop, please.
She laughs, her eyes...
Be told you are smart,
Be told you are strong,
Be told you will be loved,
Be told that you will live forever,
and watch the lies drip...
Theirs is the fingers that dig into our bones,
Break them into pieces,
Suck the marrow from them,
All the while screaming their own...
They tell us that the sky’s the limit,
(We don’t see the sky is painted).
They tell us college will keep us high in the sea of job...