Life drains my tears flow,
Collect them to piece myself whole,
Build a river where I could wallow,
Turn away please don't follow.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Living a hypochondriacs dream,
Because my pain is one that is real.
Everyone says I'm fine,
But I know my own body because my body is mine,
Life developing as a double exposure,
In two places at once and contained in a tight enclosure,
Here I am with no sense of closure,
I will dream of running away,
Throwing my possessions away,
Put my worry to rest,
Before I am the one put to rest.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
I am a mountain not a hill,
A fish who needs no gills,
You may not believe it,
But I’m built of pure grit,
I may not shout and scream,
But I rein supreme,
Inferior I may appear,
But built on your sneers.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC