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I Am Fifteen
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Unfinished/Undesirable forgive me if i seem a little slow
i'm not myself today
i'm feeling a bit tired and old
these hands aren't soft or quick
this heart's not strong anymore
i've taken a few blows over the years
i just can't anymore
i don't mean to drag you down
i really only ever wanted you to be happy
did it work?
i can't tell
so pass the prozac, please
the beautiful numbness that brings me to my knees
am i still breathing?
are you there?
am i real?
the clouds are chilly and grey
where did i put my sweater?
have a sip of tea, if you'd like
warm your hands in the smouldering ashes of yesterday's dreams
i keep forgetting the point
where was it i meant to go?
yellow school bus full of dying people
oh, here's my stop
time to go.
There's something so powerful about the certain biting lines you put in your poems. Like this one..."warm your hands in the smouldering ashes of yesterday's dreams". I'm so glad you finally posted! :)
I can understand days like those... but as long as you keep faith in yourself and believe in what you do... despite those who may tell you otherwise or leave you... you'll be OK... because there'll always be others who will be there to support you. You've got a long, good life ahead of ya... even if you don't see it yet