Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I have discovered myself in this world
That sells natural beauty as imperfections
In-between shows for little boys and girls,
Then give prescriptions for the depression.
I clawed six feet to see the sun again,
But damn, warmth spoke memoirs of torment,
Back when I burned my face with chemicals
And used them as mystical supplements
To give everything they took away.
I discovered myself through an onslaught
On reminders that I will never truly be alive.
But in the midnight hour, my wounds bleed.
Sometimes I wish I didn't survive.