And that black thing seems like a splinter of the splinter
Should my finger look like this
I’m just a little worried
I’m no medic
But shouldn’t it be plastered
And hidden away from the moisture
That the germs will thrive in
Should my finger look like this
Or is it still healing
Because it only happened today
And it was pretty sore
But it’s still close to bleeding
And bright, bright red
Degrading
I’ve spent a lifetime of suffering
And I’m not even fifteen
Is all this sorrow because
I’m at home, alone with parents
And my brother’s with a friend
And I’m thinking
I wish I had a friend
Not just some people I talk to
Or someone I help with Math
And talk to because our parents are friends
And because I just keep saying hi
But she never says hi
If I say how are you
It’s always neutral
Neutral for who
Because I’m not really that good
I’m down in the dumps
Because my life’s scattered all around me
Social awkwardness and mispronunciation
And maybe anxiety, maybe whatever
And maybe you should acting like the world isn’t ending, you’re great at acting
Because you’re bored of drawing when you could do anything else
And act like it’s okay
Because I’m trying to help you, because you’re great at acting
But you aren’t helping anyone
My marks are only so good you know
All those hours helping you
Took away from my studying
But no appreciation
It was an expectation
But I had to help
I had to act happy
Not that you’ll ever know
When I get tired I rant for no reason
I’ve been awake 15 hours
Less than an hour before wake up and then I need to write another poem
Because only this is too little
Everything needs to be over the top
And everything needs to be just right
Or it’s wrong
Don’t you see everything sprawled on the floor
And how I want to clean up
But it’s too small to pick up
And I can see every germ wriggling
And all the stress
Because I was just sick
And all the stress
Because I need to clean this mess
And all the stress
Because somewhere in there
Beneath dresses and skirts and tears
Is my identity like a shrivelled mound
And this poem goes on
And even though I don’t know why
It just never seems to stop
Why do I want it to stop
Stop
I’m Stuck Again
Can’t you understand I’m not sure where I’m going to next Can’t you understand The world seems so big without you by my side
And every time I cry to sleep I’m dying to meet you again And every time I freak out I’m dying to find the right word
So just help me along a bit Protect me from all the pain Nobody has anything to gain So just help me again
Protect me from all the pain Because nobody has anything to gain My world seemed so lost when you threw me away like dust Was there ever anything to us anyway
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
A voice echoed down the halls Its booming sound rattled the glasses in the cabinets And delicately painted porcelain clattered to the ground in shattered pieces
My footsteps echoed on the cold wooden floor And my hands tore at the vintage wallpaper The heavy sound of my breathing in my ears
Was this how it always been as a child Back when I had hidden Knowing the giant would soon come if I couldn't make it to the bath in time
I remember the fear, I remember the thrill But I don't remember the heavy feeling in my stomach As I close the door behind me with a bang
I see the portrait of me in the foyer But I keep on going Until I fall down on the dewy lawn
And cry salty tears I'm scared, isn't it that Not that old childhood fear but a real fear
Fear of the unknown Would those gnarled hands wrench into his rusty old car Would he just strangle me
Was this the end Are these my last words "Goodbye cruel world."
I swipe away the tears With a soft hand And whisper again
Hell I'm coming Heaven... I'm not worth it, am I
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
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