Submissions by IntheFrozenTrees

dad just give me one,
or two, three good reasons why a 15 year old still exists,
when I'll be 20 this next season; I try not to clench my fist
yet there is an inevitable part of me bound to be tense
because of my pretenses I'm still stuck here trying to vent.
So unsure if I procure some sort of engagement,
if I'm just playing with my mind or my self in this basement.
I'd stop it all if it didn't feel so right. dad do I make you proud,
am I doing alright?

I checked up with my mirror this morning, because for months its been nothing but quick glances and missed chances of being able to connecet with my self, and who ive come to be. I dont take lightly the shifts that resemble similarities, the scars that pull memories from the hand sink to the toilet. I don't mean to spoil it, but between the honesty and self rivolry, i'm tempted not by triffle scenes. I'm growing to a point in my life where sentimint really means something more then implored words. Hurds of cattle, off to battle the slaughter houses' rabel, rebellion death trap, but some blood...

Pass the solution, sip this solvent, embellish the truth, then dissolve it. Explain a purpose, prove its worthless, defy your pride, to make things hurt less. Hang your head low, on the high block, examine shadows, fondle live stock, jump off bridges, try to just stop, leave no witness, find love where hearts lock.