AugustA Poem by thatemogirl16I've never liked the month of August, so it's kind of like a ranting poem and all of the pain it's full of.
Horrible.
That's all I can say. It's made me quite gullible. It's made my life a mountain of jumble. It's made my happiness crumble.
August. I can't even stand the pronunciation of you. I can say it's the roughest. Although this month has made me surfaced, It isn't the smoothest.
Reasons? There's plenty to go around. Some have cut me into fractions, And some have me closing the curtains. Majority of them have caused these demons.
Happiness. It once existed, But is now lost and anxious. August made my childhood full of brightness, But made my teenage years full of darkness.
Birth. Very full of new lives. My mother is one to give childbirth. I ask everyday what i'm worth, But they always respond with, "Ask the heavens and the earth." Sadness. Even if my birthday is consumed by this month, The devastating memories are endless. My heart has built it's fortress, And now i'm described by others as heartless.
Blame, An action everyone does at least once in their lifetime. Every time I hear his name, I blame myself and want to exclaim, Causing the bullet to aim.
Papaw. The distance between our birthdays Was as short as a straw. You never let him thaw, And went for the withdraw. Hate. I was welcomed at a young age, Maybe eight. I did hesitate, But I took the bait.
August. Thanks to you, I feel like the loneliest. And after all that I've witnessed, You've just caused my tears to never stop and my body to rust.
© 2014 thatemogirl16Author's Note
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StatsAuthorthatemogirl16Louisville, KYAbout~Don't give a f**k about reality ~17 years old ~Love music and drawing ~play piano and viola ~BvB, PTV, AA, SS, BMTH, Framing Hanley, Three Days Grace ~Otaku more..Writing
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