Poem -

No support

completely on your own without any help, while others yelp, i help myself. My heart is numb while my art’s a gun. I make others bleed while i smoke weed as a way to deal with my grieve. I still suffer, but not as loud, almost as quiet as a mouse. My skin, covered in marks, most of them made in the dark with a knife sharp like a shark. Sometimes i ask myself how life could’ve been if i wouldn’t have been thrown into this bin.

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

Latest poems in Lyric

Poem -

Loser

She’s not an outcast, no, she’s quite refined,
Polite and poised, a little too confined.
She...

Poem -

Of Cicadas and Sunlight

Of Cicadas and Sunlight

When the sun bids farewell and descends behind the hills
after welcoming the dawn and drinking the...

Poem -

Forever Young

Forever Young

I’m forever young, life is better when you’re having fun, with a sleeve that say's number one, I'm like the...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com