Hopewell Jct, New York, USA
This is a poem by my friend, Charlotte.
I'm so full with life
If I force another helping down
It will become an illness I cannot bear
I'm chained to today
With lovely apathy and razorblades
Singing songs of tasting flesh and eating you whole
They sing the stories of the present
Of the people trapped in a shadow world
Where their prison walls are thicker than tears
Thicker then the life they will attempt to betray
Thicker than any substance this infinate burden can provide
When you can't see through the shadows of a lonely piece of cardboard
A motionless quiet nothing that is always listening but never acknowledged
Always empty and never full
Destroyed lay in disgust and dissected by intricate interrogations and superficial minds
Minds that want to get straight to her core
And make her subside until she rots like they are
They think her blood is made of poison
and boils and churns when she inhales a breath of air
They call her a slut and they call her a whore
And she keeps it inside as her emotions bruise
and her empathy burns
She feels fake but knows it's real from the lies and horrors she's faced.
She's a common teenage girl
Addicted to sorrow and addicted to her pills.
Addicted to her problems and addicted to lies.
She's a slave.
"They sing the stories of the present, of people trapped in a shadow world" ~Charlotte Seley~