|
coming clean
by Blue MedleyMy arms are sliced up
My arms are cut up
My mind is beat up
My mind is ripped up
My eyes have seen too much
My eyes havent seen enough
My lips have tasted the burning of a smoke
My lips have tasted the sore burning of a fist sip
My dad was a child abuser
My dad was a wife beater
Ive been tempted by a lot
Ive been tempted by my death
I want to run
But I cant
I want to fly
But i fall
I want to die
But I live
I want to write
And I can
10/04/2008 Author's Note: more depressing poetry
Posted on 10/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Blue Medley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/20/08 at 05:13 PM ...heh, heh, too cool! i coulda written this, yo! but i didn't it took you... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/20/08 at 05:16 PM ...blue, my comments were meant to be cute, it was/is a heavy pome[sic]and nothing in it is funny, but your matter of fact layout made me react in that way...of the pain of growing up, but i hope you don't think i have noheart, mine goes out to you bubba... |
|
