inaminute
Student
- Dec 12, 2023
- 192
I thought you'd give me a break after I got you what you wanted,
But no, it pleased you for a while and here I am again, haunted,
Through peaks and troughs, I float through life dissociated,
I try to starve myself to feel emaciated, but you come and go like a reminder,
That my life has been put together by some evil book binder.
You see, I know you're part of me and together we can find a place to be,
Some middle ground perhaps? But it's not how it should be.
I see people around me oblivious to their own death instinct,
Like they've not yet figured out that they too have drives inexplicably linked.
Yesterday I was cool, calm and collected, today, I hold my SN so tight it's very protected.
Should I dabble a little to give you satisfaction? Or is that what you want? To get the reaction?
I didn't ask to be born, neglected and abused, pedophiles, nonces, dirty old men to name a few,
But that's what life has dealt me,
Aeons of torture,
Fuck it if you give me just one more break we could learn horticulture!
We could water the plants, nurture some seeds and provide the right environment,
But not today, my gravestone writing is revealing it's enscribement.
"Here lies xxxxx, son, father and brother, just one year has passed since he lost his mother".
~a venting poem written by me, yea, insignificant, like a damn flea.
~inaminute
But no, it pleased you for a while and here I am again, haunted,
Through peaks and troughs, I float through life dissociated,
I try to starve myself to feel emaciated, but you come and go like a reminder,
That my life has been put together by some evil book binder.
You see, I know you're part of me and together we can find a place to be,
Some middle ground perhaps? But it's not how it should be.
I see people around me oblivious to their own death instinct,
Like they've not yet figured out that they too have drives inexplicably linked.
Yesterday I was cool, calm and collected, today, I hold my SN so tight it's very protected.
Should I dabble a little to give you satisfaction? Or is that what you want? To get the reaction?
I didn't ask to be born, neglected and abused, pedophiles, nonces, dirty old men to name a few,
But that's what life has dealt me,
Aeons of torture,
Fuck it if you give me just one more break we could learn horticulture!
We could water the plants, nurture some seeds and provide the right environment,
But not today, my gravestone writing is revealing it's enscribement.
"Here lies xxxxx, son, father and brother, just one year has passed since he lost his mother".
~a venting poem written by me, yea, insignificant, like a damn flea.
~inaminute
