I hate myself more with every word they say
With every movement they make
I further break
Constantly, every day,
Overcome by all the words I can't say
Lost in the echoes
Drowned in the shallows
Forgotten for a moment
I dunno where that girl went
Pulled deeper by the things they say
Arguments they make
Swept away
As my hands begin to shake
Pushed away from them
Trimmed at the stem
Lost in the echoes
Drowned in the shallows
Is this how it goes?
I guess...
No one really knows.
YOU ARE READING
Passionate Poems and Demure Drawings
PoetryPoems and pictures, filled with back-and-forth, battling emotions. Some are lighthearted as can be, practically fit for a children's story, while some are dark and wild, taking a nature the opposite of mild.
