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May 2018
Look at the sky
Isn’t it beautiful
The wind dances on the warmth from the sun
The trees and grass sing salutations in response to its rays
Wet pavement reflects light like silver
A mirror to the sky creating an abyss of blue
A river
Floating in this beautiful life, alive
This is life through the eyes of a child

But then there’s me
Staring through and empty face
Hollow eyes
The river is just a river
The pavement is cracked and worn
My soul is torn between
Between wanting to die
And living a lie
What is alive
When you can’t feel anymore

What the **** is wrong with me
Every touch could be my last sensation
Someone please help me
I’m running out of patience
**** God
Who the **** are you
I’d like to talk to him
I’d like to meet him
Ask him why he’s doing this to me
Why did you give me so much

I’m losing a battle I was forced to fight
It doesn’t seem right
I’m losing the light
In my eyes glassing over
With each pathetic petty interaction
Put on my mask and dance
Dance you ******* monkey
Smile for the camera
Spin around and take a bow

I didn’t ******* ask for this
I didn’t ask to be here
I didn’t ask to be alive
I didn’t ask to be sad
I didn’t ask to be

They keep telling me
Everyone has a purpose in this world
Well maybe mine is to be ******* fodder
For the worms
Maggots eat through my body and lay their eggs
Let them swim down my throat and through my eyes
Maybe then I would see what this world really wants from me

I wish I could feel
No sensations anymore
No touch
I feel like I’m floating
Everything tastes like bile
My mind lagging behind my body like watching an old movie

Look left; look right
Step one; two
Itch; scratch
Breathe; cough
Hurts; stop
Eyes; burn
Stare; through
Laugh; stand up
Walk; now smile

Isn’t this fun?
Let’s do this again.
Same time tomorrow?
Kristina Weeks
Written by
Kristina Weeks  23/F/FL
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