You give me the bottle,
You tell me 'drink up',
It smelled awful,
But Ill drink it when I know it's corrupt.
And I continued to drink,
And drink, and drink, till it was gone,
Even when you fed me the same damn ink,
Knowing I will stay till dawn.
As I need people things became okay,
Then, they shoved that bittersweet taste down my throat.
I didn't fight as they did what they may,
I no fight no longer to stay afloat.
As I walk through and in the dark,
Where there voices sounded so cold,
Where there actions and words left a mark,
Leaving stories untold.
I learnt to much,
I said what I 'shouldn't have',
I've longed for touch,
And craved back for what I lost and once had.
Yet no matter much I run,
No matter how much I hide,
You'll always cut the right thread where I came undone,
And make me bury myself deep inside.
So instead Ill rot,
And let you continue to feed me,
And Ill let you continue to tie the knot,
And maybe that knot will set me free.
But right now where I sit,
I sing a lullaby that's twisted,
Read this, just know it's almost time to commit,
As I'm fed the poison that's star Laced.
-juliana stevens
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