No movement.
No sounds.
Don't wanna breathe.
You still linger around.
You enter my room
Anger crosses you
One smack
-pain-
Two smacks
-nothing-
Third smack
-freedom-
No matter how hard I try
No matter how many hours I spend in the night
Studying
Crying
Not sleeping.
All for you.
It doesn't even make a difference
Because I'll still fail
You'll still be disappointed
Nothing changed.
Other then the new words you threw
That crashed into me
Releasing the stress in the shower
And watching it go down the drain
With the blood red flame
That cower under your stare
Trying so hard
To hear you say
"I'm proud"
Or
"Stay alive"
Not
"You're a failure"
Or
"Why are you still alive?"
Would you be happy?
If I were gone.
Let's find out.
I'll be gone before
Dawn.
-bye-
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
