don't shut me out don't talk so fast don't answer so quick don't bleed so innocently.. you want to answer the algebraic equation of my life's geometry? then cut me out. sliver me into neat little formulas, so you can tell me why: daddy yells like he does. why the moon won't jump for me and why i shrivel and bleed when words cut to the bone. figure me out. solve the problem in that sweet little mind of yours. so you can help me understand why the pain i've endured is blacker than most, why the wounds and scars won't heal as fast as you feel they should. go ahead. psycho-enumerate my life. then tell me why daddy yells like he does.
Reason for writing:
well, obviously i was a bit angry while writing this poem. i wrote it because i really dislike when certain people, not truly understanding your pain, wipe it away and try to put band-aids on a wound that won't ever fully heal. i know that they mean it in good intention, but it does get a little frusterating!
Birth sign: Taurus
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