Dear Brother
11/28/2019
disconnected is how I feel
tipping backwards on my heel
falling too far to be considered real
i really don't wanna pull the steering wheel
wishing loved ones could be closer
hoping someone helps me pull through
glancing gazes are not like you
trying to friend you isn't what I want to do
twisted twist ties blind my brains eyes
shredded shredders are no more better
ripped up rippers are just blood sippers
bleeding breeder sheer through mirrors
kisses and holding hands
back rubs and desert sands
cuddles and broken hands
flaming hot desert sands
are all the things that surround me
the fire on my skin is burning me
the prickly cuddles put holes in me
shattered hands wont help catch me
bleeding tears
warm my fears
though bleeding noses
run like hoses
cut up sections
loving fathers
lovely sister
caring mothers
but where's my brother
when I need him
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