They say
They're
"Grown up",
But instead of crying over spilled milk,
They cry over spilled tears
And just spill some more.
They say
They're
"Grown up",
But they need
Comfort
And security
Maybe more than we do.
They say
They're
"Grown up",
But instead of drawing on themselves
With markers and sharpies,
They use blades.
They say
They're
"Grown up",
But instead of distracting themselves
With toys,
They use
Men and
Women
And alcohol.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
