March 9th, 2024
Trying to figure out my life
I feel caught in the middle
But in the universe
I feel so little
I’m lost in the flow
Life is a vicious cycle
At the end of it all
There’s no chance of survival
We all face our own problems
Mine feel so small
But when they consume me
I’m feeling it all
I know that in the end
We’re all going to die
I just hope I find happiness
Before I have to say goodbye
January 6th, 2022
I’m not ready
Saturday came too soon
I’m not ready
To step foot in that room
Nobody’s ready
When somebody dies
Nobody’s ready
To say goodbye
October 1st, 2010
The taste
My tongue itself
Will never want to know
The feeling
The numbness
The everything
It’s all too much for me
I don’t want to know
I never want to know
Why did you do this to me
I’m much too young
I’m much too old
For my age
I know too much
I’ve seen too much
The smell
It reeks
While death lingers
You’re too fond of it though
And not too fond of me
Because these drunk sensations stay
Even when they’re gone
They’re not too far away
Because
Somehow
The bottles always empty in your room
Doll Poetry 