Poems from rbennett1997
I told my mom I was depressed
Empty
Alone
She told me it was just
"Teenager Things"
Like it was a normal occurrence to all who progress...
I know it's hard to hear the constant advances of suitors,
to hear their cat calls day in and out.
I know it is
At least I'm sure it is....
Our world is infected.
We are dying slowly.
Festering in their sins, our mothers and fathers
sit and wait.
and wait.
Wait.
Waiting for it...