Sweet 16

Sweet 16

A Poem by Patrick Davies
"

Breaking open the shell.

"

Exhausted human shell -

Pre 16.

A lump of cells that abuses itself

And abuses itself.

Tiredness in unhappiness

Unhappiness in tiredness.

Living for the cities -

the vulgar music and the b*****d movies -

So hot.

So fresh and bright

They dwarf me -

Failure in comparison.

My friends aren't friends

And see friends of people,

Who mark me with their friendliness

Which burns and

Stings

On contact.


College next

Then what, is next?

Each step disguised as up

When descending - lesser and lesser.

I'll make new friends

With minds of mine.

My mind hurts me - hurts my self -

F**k.

I'm working on and on and on...

And working on my clumsiness,

It's heartlessness, selfishness,


It goes away

With my success.

But I'm feminine for

They hate me.

They hate me like the girls - who they...

Hate me, like me - as you please.

My scars -

They freeze and yet I

Cling to the givers.

Receive I will, I will, I will, I won't,

But three to one - I die.


Freedom soon,

When it's useless.

First, play the song -

Killing me softer, harder.

Massacistic

Reflexive

Impulsive - foes are, there are,

On me, in, me - surrounded with

No past to project.

Navigate, hesitate, fly -

fall.

© 2009 Patrick Davies


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oi
pretty damn depressing pads
job well done, though
makes me feel guilty, for something or other

Posted 15 Years Ago



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