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Aug 2017
I found God today,
Found him in a girl I wish would stay
Baby I’m so awful,
Like she likes it.
I’m ten cents to change,
Like a dog with mange.
Pick her up at four,
I’m sleeping on the bathroom floor.
When I mess up,
Will she find someone to surpass me with better luck?
And when I fall,
I find it’s awful lonely at the bottom after all
So when I crawl
Back to the surface, will you tell them all?
That I’m not dead, I’m only lost.
A forgotten land is not so far off.
I wish I was clean like you,
I wish I could find the things that are true.
I wish I was clever
I don’t want to be alone forever
I don’t like the songs I write from my head,
She doesn’t like the beautiful things I said.
I told her I wouldn’t write sad songs
I said I wouldn’t write sad songs
Mack
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Mack  16/F
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