To those things...

× chapter two ×

Tics
Fucking
Suck
People think
"Oh you are
Faking it"
Or
"Nobody cares
About your own shit"
You think I'm that
Dumb
Stupid
Attention seeking
Of a person?
You think that I don't get
Loved
Cared
By people?
Well wait until you meet
My friends
My sisters
My mom
My dad
But tics
Are like demons
In those Bibles they
Read to you at
Church
They hurt
They control you
They make loud noises
That even your class
Looks at you
With the
D
E
A
T
H
G
L
A
R
E
And does it hurt?
Yes
Too much
Do I cry about it?
Yes
The jaw locks
The hitting
They leave
Bruises
Scars
The words come out
Like a duck screaming
It feels like flowers
Growing from your skin
It feels like
Knives stabbing you
It
Just
Hurts
Why can't it
STOP!