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Aug 2013
We grow trees
Just to burn them to the ground
We grow humans
Just to watch them drown
And tonight as i look upon the stars
I kind of just wish
That i'd been hit by a car
All of those times
I ran a red light
and all of those times
Me and my dad got into a fight
I wish he'd knocked me right down
So at least i wouldn't have to live another one of these nights

At least being drunk is good for somethings
Because finally i've written some good things
Some things that are true to my heart
Instead of some stupid ****
That i shouldn't have even thunk of to start
But **** this poem
I'm drunk
and tomorrow
I'll think
That i should not have
Thunk
Lucille Flott
Written by
Lucille Flott  Omaha, Nebraska
(Omaha, Nebraska)   
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