F: Fuck up, Fat ass, Faggot. Words that defines me. Words I spent carving letter by letter into my wrist and thighs and earned a knife as a reward that was given from you, telling me to "kill myself".
A: All the nights I spent silently crying and hurting myself to convince myself that im fine and things might be okay. All will be okay...all will be okay..please say it will be okay.
I: Intoxicated, thats all you ever are. Drunk and a miserable bitch who would rather watch her son die than deal with him in any way.
L: Let down, a Liar. These things are another part of me. As for I let anyone in my life down just by breathing and I lied to people I loved. Inconsiderate ass hole.
U: Useless, Unworthy, Unlovable, Ugly, Unlikable, and a complete waste of time and money and skin. These are the words that escapes your lips.
R: Reality is the tears I'm hiding away. Is the blades I keep under my finger nails. The hallucinations I stuggle under and the drugs I try to stabilize myself with. Reality is one that I've lost and come to terms I don't deserve
E: Every time you gave my that truth that my life isn't enough to live for and that the only problem in your life is me. That having a son was the worst possible thing and even enough that he has mental disorders you know he can't help. But that doesn't stop you from blaming and beating.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
