My Poetry

My life is like a broken fall out boy CD on the side of the road
My slit wrists bleed angst onto my mirror
Soul as black as my eye shadow
Societal pressure
Greater than the pressure of these tight jeans
I scream but it cannot be heard
Like a bubble of air in my cup of Starbucks
I am drowning in my own tears
My degree of empathy
Smaller than my waist
My existence pollutes
Like ash on fresh snow
My blood is the only warmth I feel in this cold world