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Certain death
Never came
So I left Them a message to call me back
"The storm in my head
Over waters
The gardens I grew
And drowns it"
No more snowy days
Let’s blame climate change
Snowmen melting
Hurricanes
Only we are to blame
Your child cries
In the middle of the night
Worrying too much about their life
Feeling like they're about to die
Because you never take their side
Asking themselves "why?"

But I guess your child is fine
Don’t bother speaking
For we are just kids
So we don’t matter
                                But if that’s so. Then                               what will be of our future?
My gagging reflex doesn't work
And as my tears fill the toilet bowl
I try to make myself nauseous
So that I can fill the toilet with something other than tears
They say eating disorders are caused because they want to feel like they're in control of something. I just want to see the numbers drop.
I don’t respect you
I fear you
I dont want to be your voice
I rather be your microphone
I want to allow your voice to be heard
Not speak for you
I feel your sympathetic glare on me
I look at the ground
And marvel at at its patterns
To distract myself

If you really wish to help
Dont be sympathetic
Be empathetic
You're not the kind of flower
People pluck and put into their hair
You're the kind of flower
People can’t bring themselves to pluck
And instead water it with their water bottle
A flower that deserves to bloom
And grow
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