Untitled by Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Jun 2015

Untitled

weight
          breathless
      lungs
  air
gasp
     suffering
                 tears
    thirty one
scars
       cuts
             wounds
         dad
yelling
          fights
    cries
          survival
                      apocalypse
           suicide
      cuts
           blades
scissors
           knives
                     dying
                             sleeping
                      tired
              quiet
              s
             i
            l
           e
          n
         c
        e

Basically my train of thought. We had to do this kind of poem in English class, but I lied and just thought of random words that I saw.

#tears #dad #silence #scars #weight #cuts #breathing #fights #lungs #apocalypse

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Can't Believe It's Not Butter California

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