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Bugs Spencer Jan 2022
Am I to young for this?
The hate I see unveiled
It spreads like the sickness
Am I too young for this?
My body is weak and hurt
It begs for forgiveness
Are we to young for this?
Bugs Spencer Jan 2022
I feel the fire spread
It eats my body inside
I feel my shell bleed
Bugs Spencer Jan 2022
My thirst grows as the cup flows
If I drink
My lips will turn red as a rose
If I drink
My thirst will not learn to slow
So I bite my tongue
and I say
"keep me safe, keep me safe"
Bugs Spencer Dec 2021
Her black eyes burn like coal;
a small flicker of light
that can set you aflame.

You wonder, how did she gain control?
Your heart and money are hers in one night,
but she's gone and it's a shame.

I guess it's true you can't take hold of a flame.
Bugs Spencer Dec 2021
I watch from tree tops
at the forrest below
I have seen everything grow
from the hare to the fox

Now a winter creeps in
A lake begins to freeze
The cold seems to ***** at skin
I worry my flowers will never be seen

So I flutter and squawk
Wishing for someone to gawk
Is it too late to be known?
Someone stop

I don't want to be alone
No kids to give my garden
To show what is behind that stone
The cold is sharpened

My wings no longer move
My frozen flowers
Bugs Spencer Dec 2021
Watch her go, watch her fall
She can say no, she can bawl

Yet, she continues to dance
she tries to keep them entranced

"Let me earn your praise, your love"
She forgets her wings to fly above

Her once shining wings
that had drawn in kings,

now are dull and weak
She's burnt out
Bugs Spencer Nov 2021
Time is nothing more than a memory
My time is broken
It's been a month since I've breathed
It's been a month since I've seen

Time is nothing more than memory
Memory is my broken time
It's been a month since I've been heard
It's been a month since I've been seen

Time is just something I puzzle together
I am a part of someone I can't even remember
It's been a life of dissociation
It's been a life of splitting

My view of time is like flashes of a movie
Seeing parts of a story I create, yet
Never seeing it all come together
Never knowing the story of this body in full

Despite it all I love my altered view
I get to see the self-love within a mind
I watch the struggles and wins in here
and when I need to serve on front lines I will

This is the broken mind of a child
We are working together to be a machine
We are working to become a funcional army
Life has been war to us all and we are strong

If there is anything I wish people knew
It would be I am not someone scary like in "Split"
Some may think it's impossible though, I'm fake
But I'm here, don't underestimate what a mind will do to keep you safe
I have no idea how i feel posting this, but it's apart of my life. It's what i want to write and share. D.I.D a diagnosis I'm in therapy for.
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