we use such lovely words
to describe our childhood
reminiscing, remembering-
we call it youth,
freedom,
talk about how we wanted to stay
peter pan.but instead,
i have felt only lonely and lost.
my heart clenches for a need of tears,
it sobs dry dust-
yet the dark does not answer.
my mind screams for more pain
yet all my mouth does is smile.i am learning to betray morals,
to burn friends
shun family
and slam the doors shut
on the people that care.
all i want is to be found and loved
but no one seems to notice.lovely?
my youth
is as lovely as a forgotten room.
piled with blankets of dust-
sunlight somehow filtering in
you think it is ethereal,
special, even (to you and you only)
until
you and i both realize:
all i was was abandoned.lovely?
my youth
is as lovely as i make it to be-
and i refuse to do so.
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eris - youth
Poetryhere's to anger and love, to the youth that shapes us- this is my story of feelings. hurt for the way we treat our world, affection for the ones who love as we should. tw: mentions of depression, anxiety, self harm, blood, suicide ©️aliicelowe