Don’t tell me it gets better
until you’ve walked in my shoes.
Not until you’ve held that razor or those pills.
Until you’ve written that note.
Not until everything you have
Has just
Fallen
Apart
And all that’s left is that razor,
those pills, and that note.
Not until you don’t have any sanity left,
when there’s not an ounce of confidence,
love, or desire in your whole body.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
Don’t tell me it gets better
until you’ve walked in my shoes.
Not until you’ve held that razor or those pills.
Until you’ve written that note.
Not until everything you have
Has just
Fallen
Apart
And all that’s left is that razor,
those pills, and that note.
Not until you don’t have any sanity left,
when there’s not an ounce of confidence,
love, or desire in your whole body.
This is also published on Power Poetry.