Blow the whole place up

Just a small poem on how i realize how much i love this kid but the kid is an A hole...

 

 

Bang the wall in my room

Flip my bed

Hit my pillow

 

Call your name

you weren’t there

Day by day

Things pass by

Times moves on

And so do we

I’m sweating cold

Thinking on

I want you to scream at me

just once more

loving you I cant help

you not loving me I cant repair

F the world

Blow the whole place up

This is some depressing s**t

The end

Reviews

[Dina]

Pure catharsis. Imagine being able to act on this kind of impulse safely. To throw, and scream, and yell, so that we don’t have to walk away or leave instead. Sometimes we need realness. Raw expression. Because otherwise, the hurt can become far too much