15 Mar 2015
People like you come into my life.
Most leave the same way.
Train tracks under my feet.
Smiling and getting sun burnt.
Throwing old shoes in the river and sneaking into the back of an orchid to steal fruit.
Finding a place that's 'ours'
Zip line over the water.
Grass on the banks.
Graffiti in the walls.
Water in the river.
Exploring was fun.
But I come home to yelling and rudeness.
People telling me everyone hates me.
Screaming for hours until my lungs give way.
Having the only thing that's keeping me going ripped away from me.
It hurts me that I can't tell them about my hurt.
One doesn't know of my existence and the other won't want to hear.
I'm in my room alone at 14 not wanting to reach nine thirty.
I'm shaking and I'm crumbling underneath the pressure.
This all familiar darkness is suffocating.
It's a fog and all the people are gone.
My body aches and tears sting my sunburnt face.
I'm not smiling anymore just staring blankly at a wall.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
