of brotherA Poem by FaeryQueenWhat
is wrong w me? That
I cannot even look at my own brother at times? That
I cannot even be in the same vicinity? What
is wrong w me, there is something truly wrong w me….. What
is wrong w me" That
my heart beats so quickly when I hear his voice" What
is wrong w me" That
I feel the need to run and hide whenever he’s w me" What
is wrong w me" There
is something truly wrong w me, there must be" What
is wrong w me" That
I cannot even breathe the same air he’s giving me" What
is wrong w me" That
he cares so much- he’s do anything to stop the hurting" What
is wrong w me" There
must be" Something" Truly
wrong" W
me" 🖤🖤🖤 It
will get repetitive" me being at my beach" in my mind" But
I am sorry" it is the only place I know that can calm me" It’s’
elements are all that I know that I can interact w and be okay doing so" The
beach in my mind isn’t like those other beaches" it stretches for an eternity
and when I die" I will be exactly there" Because
the afterlife, after all" is subjective"
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