by: Madison Lewis
Spring 2017
Pain in my favorite game.
It’s been years, it was over so quickly.
I don’t focus on only one,
But instead on many persons.
The more, the merrier me.
I feel your pain everyday, replaying it like it was the first time.
I can’t, I didn’t see you coming.
You did. I did.
You hit me harder than a bullet train.
Adults are stupid,
You feel like a thousand knives at once.
And numb.
You hurt me,
They often welcome me.
I am a child’s absolute worst nightmare.
And those younger,
The weaker, more innocent.
The better.
I am a fate far darker than death.
You’re drunk, you fight, you leave me on the stairs
To listen
To cry.
I am a forever ghost,
How is there so much hate.
Haunting you. Changing you.
Tears and fear steal my strength.
I create porcelain people.
You’ve left near death.
Never will you learn to trust in love.
I’m floating, outside looking, watching.
Love isn’t something I believe in.