A Teenage Story

A Teenage Story

A Poem by ohsograceful

that no one will hear


all my lies about being fine

I swallow like knives

So they can stab me in the back when I’m not looking.

I’ve spent my life

Learning to cut myself smaller

So that even my lungs have no room to breathe.

It’s not a suicidal impulse, if it involves an artistic instinct.

After three months of sliding glances

I’ve finally become a shell of glass,

To the point strangers will cut themselves on my jagged edges

Without even knowing what happened.

My throat, so filled with acid deception

That even “I love you”

leaves charred skin on the ones I care for most.

If I have a daughter, I will give her my arrows.

I'll tell her to shoot down each star

And swallow them like bloody razors,

If only she would not know the agony

Of wishes unfulfilled.

Torment so plain,

that God can see the spasms from heaven

if he bothers to look down.

Because after years carving

I’ll soon have no more flesh to work with

© 2019 ohsograceful

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Author's Note

I wrote this when I was 16 and even though it's a bit cliched, I wanted to put it up.

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This is a nice poem in the way it flows with vivid picturesque metaphors.


Posted 1 Year Ago

I’ve finally become a shell of glass, Great line can i use it? just kidding I look back at stuff I wrote years ago sometimes I see me other times still not yet resolved. I wonder sometimes if the poet lives the poem or just interprets it. I like this one!!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I think a poem is a photograph taken at the time it was written. That picture can be of the poet or .. read more

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2 Reviews
Added on November 22, 2017
Last Updated on February 13, 2019
Tags: teenager, angst, story




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