The absence of my peers
has conditioned my mind to dissociation.
Reality comes back starving for what little sanity I possess.
It laughs and scoffs in my face as I continuously trip and bruise my
Knees.
And at the end of the day I crawl to the deep cave where i dwell
Licking my wounds choking on the taste of copper
this isn't what I was destined to become
I'm still your daughter.
Here I found myself in the slaughter house where you've decided i belong.
I make friends with shadows and the night has become my confidant
Sorrow spills from my lips in manic chatter.
my cigarettes are always almost gone.
I've fallen behind and i'm out of breath I need
Rest.
my feet keep walking and my eyes keep searching for safety
wearily and discouraged , telling my self , keep going , keep going , keep going , keep going.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
The absence of my peers
has conditioned my mind to dissociation.
Reality comes back starving for what little sanity I possess.
It laughs and scoffs in my face as I continuously trip and bruise my
Knees.
And at the end of the day I crawl to the deep cave where i dwell
Licking my wounds choking on the taste of copper
this isn't what I was destined to become
I'm still your daughter.
Here I found myself in the slaughter house where you've decided i belong.
I make friends with shadows and the night has become my confidant
Sorrow spills from my lips in manic chatter.
my cigarettes are always almost gone.
I've fallen behind and i'm out of breath I need
Rest.
my feet keep walking and my eyes keep searching for safety
wearily and discouraged , telling my self , keep going , keep going , keep going , keep going.
most of my poetry is focused on my family life and how i have been able to over come, confront , and accept trauma.
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