Angst of a 14 year old. (Patreon)
Published:
2021-10-14 06:01:00
Imported:
2023-05
Content
I always weep through the night.
I can't even put up a fight.
My skin, it burns,
My stomach turns,
My eyes are red from lack of tears.
But still the night holds my fears
I beg for mercy, I beg for days.
But still the light holds my praise.
Death will soon knock at my door,
And I will answer this call for-
The pain-a streak, my body weak.
So I'll lay down and fall asleep.
in the thoughts of those who hold,
The truth denied, the truth untold.
To why I weep, to why I cried.
To why I hurt, to why I died.
-Amber Greenlee (1996)
This was a VERY old poem of mine I wrote when I was 14 and SO VERY DEEEP. That being said, I still like it.