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just me over here
when you asked me
why i wasn't depressed, too,
i couldn't come up with an answer.
clenched teeth like yikes
like as if you already know my type
like as if you can already see right through me,
a glass door, transparent like
how i've always dreamed.
thunder in my stomach reminds me
of the thunder in my thighs
i close my eyes,
pretend i'm having an MRI
(mind over matter)
and maybe it'll calm me.
and would you be proud of how i cope?
like yo, this **** is ******* dope
just take a little ****
let it fill you up with the hope
you'll find in the smoke
that exhaled out my lungs,
a poem i have to hide
but you don't think this is poetry
this is just me talking
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