words hit harder than punchesA Poem by brianna vega
my name is bri
and im a f*****g piece of s**t thats what i am. slam i hit the wall words. they can beat you to a pulp tear your heart to shreds a hit rarely comes with out words said screamed slapped my name is bri and i am worthless thats what i am. slip i fell again slap they pound rainging down hard and anger fills my chest like it fills her eyes my name is bri and i am selfish. thats what i am. i dont have desire i dont have a need to accomplish what the world says i should she said im confused that i dont see things the right way that i glorify my pain maybe shes right but im just writing whats on my mind my name is bri and yesterday my mother asked me to just be normal. © 2011 brianna vega |
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Added on January 4, 2011 Last Updated on January 4, 2011 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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