2 Minute Poem . . . Don’t Ask
Wrote another poem. Two minutes. I don’t know. Don’t steal.
Choking On Screams
do you ever sometimes feel
that it’s never good enough
and even when you work your ass of
there’s nothing left to do
and then you crawl in a corner
and block out the world
and you draw your curtains
so the sunlight can’t find you?
and you swallow pills
and smoke too much
and empty glass bottles fill your room
and you just wish you couldn’t wake up
and there’s dried blood on the floor again
and a razor blade clatters
and they whisper that they saved you
and all you can think is
’saved me from what?
your guilt?
because i would have been happy
to just lay there and die’
saved me from heaven to leave me in hell
thanks a lot
you can’t move
they’re afraid you’ll cut again
so you’re strapped to a bed
and they feed you through a tube
because you don’t want to eat their food
and you choke on your own tears
and your own screams
and wonder
what the fuck is it all for?
Yeah, don’t ask. I don’t know where it came from.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Bille Joe, aka Dru
