Writing

There you go again:

Reciting beautiful words 

that no one cares about.

My broken mouth waits impatiently;

Your swift fingers sewed it shut 

Now I am a teen

Thirteen years old

Childhood has been left behind

My story has been told

I don't have too much time left

I think about it every night

So let me share my stories

School Scares

It Came From Third Grade

"991, Clowns of America, honk honk, what seems to be the problem?"

"Hello, police? I am on the side of a cliff, doing some rock climbing, but all of my gear fell down so I'm stuck!"

I’d like to garden

My own heart,

To pull the weeds of sadness

And hate

From the foundation

I sprout from,

To plant seeds of hope

There is an inexplicable rot inside of me that is incapable of removal

The urge to extract it has incessantly bugged me since birth