Take a bit of my body,
And a bit of my soul,
Leave me worse off,
Than I was before.
Give me things,
To change how I think,
To create things,
I'd never see from myself,
On a normal day,
Make something,
Of today.
I'm so tired,
Of feeling nothing,
Give me words to say,
I've already told my stories,
Give me something new,
Break my heart,
Me on the floor,
Take care no more,
Having torn me apart.
I'm so tired,
Of feeling nothing,
I've been too happy,
For too long,
I'm getting numb,
So make me dumb,
Enough to feel something,
Strong enough to speak,
Strong enough to,
Leave me unable,
Too distracted,
Even to eat
Ah, oh,
In the dirt,
Of my childhood grounds,
A memory,
That I never quite found in its context,
Make me doubt,
Everything about myself,
So that I find,
Something new,
Because of you,
Make me feel,
Bits and pieces,
Of something.
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Reader's Notes
PoetryA growing collection of prose, old and new, from the teenage years: stories, passing thoughts, poetry. Mental imagery and dialogues straight from thoughts to text. Feel free to leave a comment with feedback or pointing out a small mistake somewhere...
