asking for help
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the biggest change happened
during spring of junior year
when i saw my father
cry
and i realized that
those who seem the strongest
are those who are most
broken
I realized that I
take me away
outside of this room
down the hill you drive up
and leave me on the curb
like a discarded piece of trash
for i would be safer there to die
than in your room
Mother,
Let me tell you about two children of my own.
I've had them for awhile, and I'm surprised you haven't noticed.
I have devils in my pocket.
Two little devils.
They snag crumbs from my plate,
Raise your hand if you’ve ever fucked up
I mean, really fucked up
Like, instead of falling off the cliff you dove
And instead of hitting rock bottom you crashed into Hell.
Dear America,
Look past your built in pools,
There are kids lonely and afraid beyond them,
They have seen life sized doll pieces scattered on their lush green lawns,
They have been taught to walk like soldiers,
We all have reasons.
Some decide to fall in line
to grow up and away from
criminals beneath us.
And some decide to become them.
Choosing is not easy
though we think we
know what's right.
"Pray for me!"
I cry to thee,
for I have killed
and have decieved.
I am a murderer of hope.
Though He hs unceaed,
I do not believe.
I am a liar
my nihilistic tendencies
the possibility of what i could be
a monster faded from the truth
listening to the loud loud boom
rocking back and rocking forth
which way is south and which is north
What do I leave for myself when the world has rung me dry.
What have you left me with when you've picked me clean.
Call me a broken down shelf, a tired little thing.
