downing a few
beers
and smoking a
cigarette
swinging on a busted
tyre
that hangs from
a broken tree
broken
like teenage
dreams
yeah
that’s just how
it is
how it’s always
been
they think I’m clean
but I’m dirty
oh so
dirty
and I can’t help
but put this
shit
inside of
me
it’s gentle like baby’s
breath
filling me
up
like a
balloon
some kind of
heavy balloon
dragging me
under
where the sun don’t
shine
gotta keep my head
above
but my lungs are
shot
to
pieces
if only someone
knew
just how it felt to
be me
but I’ve always
been too
heavy
heavy like a
balloon
Categories: Poetry
Love this, powerful stuff…
Glad you liked it, and that you thought it was powerful too.