Not saying I'm mad
Just saying that I've had
Enough of the ********
You continue to rule ****
Feeding on my young soul
Make off with self control
And where is my brother?!
The fact that I can't speak to my mother
I'm so afraid she'll discover
All this time I never actually... Recovered
But all feelings aside
Or what's left of them, subdivide
My once constant retaliations, are now merely implied
Moreover, You kidnapped my soul and continue to preside.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Not saying I'm mad
Just saying that I've had
Enough of the ********
You continue to rule ****
Feeding on my young soul
Make off with self control
And where is my brother?!
The fact that I can't speak to my mother
I'm so afraid she'll discover
All this time I never actually... Recovered
But all feelings aside
Or what's left of them, subdivide
My once constant retaliations, are now merely implied
Moreover, You kidnapped my soul and continue to preside.
This poem reflects an addiction I have struggled with since I was 14.