"Home Syndrome"A Poem by Sir_AnonymousSomething from the vault (old journal), so to speak. This is loosely based on my life but it's mostly just me writing from someone else's perspective rather than my own experience alone solely.
Punch a wall maybe a mirror because he's so sick of seeing his face take the knife and slice the neck, slump over and fall to a glorious demise, gory laying in the puddle of red and the tear’s hue of a depressing blue. Laying there and he feel's like the bed is wetted by the very same crimson red he made pretend and bled out with, “It's not real it's just the mind playing tricks.” he sometimes says, trying to make himself not just think about the vivid imagery. She asks him the same question. He tosses his backpack to the floor and say's the same line as he hides his bruised eye. © 2018 Sir_AnonymousAuthor's Note
|
Stats
307 Views
Added on October 18, 2018 Last Updated on October 18, 2018 Tags: Abuse, School, Poetry, Contemplation, Dark Thoughts, Mind Games AuthorSir_AnonymousAustin, TXAboutI was once a teen who found himself feeling cornered in life where just about nothing was going right and could never really speak my mind this only pushed more towards the construction of this artifi.. more..Writing
|