My knuckles are swollen
My head is another type of case
Down the stairs, up the creek
Seems I covered in bruises and burned all my bridges
Now I'm just another teenage angst case with no clue
Throw me into the pile
Give me my Cobain
And give me my destructive head rush
...
Suicidal and a basket case
Listen to the same song, 50 times repeat
I'll never know just how daddy feels
He's always passed out on the fucking couch with his friend Miller
My head hurts so I'll put it through drywall
Irony in my own relief is my closure
Give me my MTV
And let me zone the fuck out
...
I"m just a nowhere man
Never listen, never care
Always trashed, everywhere
I'm always smashed, anywhere
Because the second hangovers are the worst
...
Yeah I know I'm a mess
But just give me my ADHD
And the Ritalin
And the Xanax
And the generation
...
- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: January 23rd, 2017 21:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Experimenting with new writing styles. This one was fun to write and the meaning is more about angst and shit like that
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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