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Jan 2019
I was at the end of my wits
My stress blocked the light
It was a solar eclipse
Or a ******* blight.

Now when I wake I thank God for every fight,
Now when I cry I value every tear as a sight,
Never flowing often cause I'm iron when you ******* bite,
Never knowing me I'm moving on 'cause my futures bright.

Put me in a box in the corner for the coroner,
Like a maidenhead only take never honour her,
Left me on standby now it's blank on my monitor,
Treat me like a princess then you treat me like a foreigner.

Put me in a fix that you'll fix then you'll mix my drinks,
Tell me what I think how I think that my opinion stinks,
Fill my head with **** utter **** and then control choice,
Fill my head with panic pure worry then you take my voice.

I was at the end of my wits,
Moon hides the sun eclipse,
I was done getting hit
Which you "never ever did."

Which you "never ever did"
So I never ever hid
So I'm glad to be rid
I hope you never have a kid.
Harry Roberts - "Never Ever Did"
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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