"Girl"
"Daughter"
"Neice"
"She" "her"
He screams
His fingers digging
At the invisible zipper
That he desperately
Scratches at his skin
In hopes
He can find it and
pull it
And release his true self.
Instead of masquerading around
Wearing a mask
And playing the part
Of someone he's not.
wishing It was as easy
As throwing a penny into
A fountain and letting it sink in
Long enough for everyone
To notice.
Notice how much you're really
Breaking inside
And how much it truly means
To you.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
ПоезіяAll 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
