I don’t sleep anymore,
Because I know I can’t for very long..
The only difference I see in you and them are your fierce thorns..
Simplicity lies in everything that you can find,
Especially the way the red water flows down my spine..
I don’t eat anymore,
Because I only remember the taste of throwing up each time..
I choose not to send you the letters I’ve written,
Cause they’re the ones that are keeping me alive..
Blood and bones, don’t spell the same,
But they’re often the only thing sweeter than our miseries all day..
I don’t write any other poems anymore,
Because I have no other story to tell..
I’ve been in a darker place before,
Yet, this seems to be darker than hell..
We’re designed to be programmed in a particular way,
Imagine a life, without conditioning..
We’d appreciate love from our parents,
And wouldn’t be in this state today – mourning…
I don’t call you anymore,
Because I’m scared that I’d call you again..
That’s the time, when all of my stories come to an end..
No comments:
Post a Comment