Not even my lungs drowning in alcohol
Was enough to pretend I was fine
To pretend the wounds weren't festering
With venom spat by Envy
Is it a shame to spend time away
From those whom claim to own your love
But never mind the shared name
There's only so much a child on the edge can bear
Until two rough hands shove them over the edge
Plummeting through shame and neglect
No one ever knows the worth of an object containing life until it tis dead
But what if that is all it was
All I was
An Object
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Not even my lungs drowning in alcohol
Was enough to pretend I was fine
To pretend the wounds weren't festering
With venom spat by Envy
Is it a shame to spend time away
From those whom claim to own your love
But never mind the shared name
There's only so much a child on the edge can bear
Until two rough hands shove them over the edge
Plummeting through shame and neglect
No one ever knows the worth of an object containing life until it tis dead
But what if that is all it was
All I was
An Object