I had 
a knife to my neck for breakfast
a punch with a crunch for lunch
but I ate ***** looks for dinner
thats how I knew 
I was the winner
and when I went up for dessert
never once did they see me hurt
thats how they knew I was a bruiser
and they were backing a loser

rivis-writes

school dinners

I feel like I’m without feelings 
And lost when I look up towards the ceiling 
Everything has a pattern 
Without a definite way to shatter 

I’m coming back to a place I call home 
Overthinking about everything 
Just someone who’s trying 
Trying to be a normal person