The skeletons, skeleton trees.
We’re empty, empty--
Starving because everything has fees,
But sucking everything dry until it sways limply.
Nothing like what it was, is it?
You damn well better feel guilty, you caused this.
All your fault, all your fault. It’s due to your stupid shit.
You sealed my fate with a single kiss.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. How could you?
So easy, you didn’t even notice as you made life hell.
It was never true
And now that I’ve opened my eyes, I can tell.
I’ll lick my wounds from the rough, rough bark
And get used to the loss.
I’m no longer afraid of the dark,
I belong obscured by the moss.
Who Am I?
- Amy Sea
- Macomb, Illinois, United States
- I'm a seventeen year old girl with some issues and a passion for writing and weird things. Insomnia and depression, a bit of an attitude as well. Ignorance is NOT bliss, I can stand unintelligence to a degree but don't push it, seriously. I enjoy body modifications, I have several. The darkness is my friend. I'm a Junior in high school, I'm ready to begin life. Yeah...That'll be all for now.
This is so emotional and stuff. I mean, I like it! I'm just bad at words (unlike you, you lucky person), so I can't really explain how this poem... is. *awkward silence*
ReplyDeleteWell thank youuuu =)
ReplyDeleteThe key to ever being able to truly express yourself is to wait until you're thoroughly upset or mad. That's what I do =)