Madeline: Poems

241 · Aug 2020

Nothing

Madeline Aug 2020

Nothing

I have no home,
I have no shoes,
My parents are out
Drinking *****,
I struggle to stay upright,
My bones are weak,
My lungs are tight,
Mortal hell,
Living is a chore,
A corpse on the streets,
Nothing more.

First poem.

#homeless

96 · Aug 2020

Wth happened.

Madeline Aug 2020

Wth happened.

Hey.
How are you,
But don't actually tell me.

Don't care.
Don't share.

17 acting like 3.

Gang up
-- ed up
A future's overrated.

School *****.

Shut up!
I'm too high to give a --

We kids seem so ready
To take this world on.
But now our world
Is only an illusion.

Drugs.

#drugs #juuls

67 · Aug 2020

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Madeline Aug 2020

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Listen...

A drought

Of sound

In a

Flood of

Noise.

— The End —