No inspiration or motivation.
Only frustration and starvation.
I’m disintegrated, they pulled me way to far!
I’m your puppet that cries at night,
I’m their doll that is way too nice.
If the only thing that crosses my mind is to die,
what’s keeping me alive?
I might not hurt my skin anymore,
or distance myself from friends,
but the way I open my legs -easy and fast,
makes me wonder…
Have I gotten better at all?
This is a silly little poem
about a silly little girl
who is caught up in you
And doesn’t know what to do!
This is why I can’t sleep
because I’m thinking about you.
This is so cliché.
Such a teenage feeling!
I will now end this poem
so I can keep daydreaming…