aches and pains behind my eyes and eyebrows
my head hurts
my heart hurts
i don’t know what else to do
sludging dripping across blank paper
i am terrible at this
i thought that was the last time,
no,
no there will never be a last time
who is here to help me?
maybe she was right and maybe i should stop pushing this hard
maybe i’m not cut out for this
maybe i should throw in the towel
i hurt, i hurt, i hurt, i hurt, i hurt
another day ends the same way
another cliché poem
another fucked up white girl from the suburbs
another tiny tragedy
i’ll just crawl back inside
and wait for the rain to come
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