These few words are my words
Write to recover
or die living the life of another
I disappoint your heart everyday.
I rape it copiously
Hope you won’t wake up.
Its better to get fucked over if you are asleep or slightly disorderly .
I don’t know why I am this way
muster the audacity to pretend life is Gaye
I wonder why I’m still alive,
and the I look into the eyes do my cherub sent from the royal family of storks
She and my tabby are my family.
my heart beats-disorderly but it tangos to their bars to be free.
DAISY UPDATE:
I’m trying to live with a bit of weight I have gained. I hate this medication – deposit injections in the ass are primitive.
Still divorced -still fighting to have my voice heard and to live creatively
Posted on May 23, 2018, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, WRITE TO RECOVER and tagged Creativity, Eating Disorders, Emotions, poems, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
damn!!
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Heya,
Hope all is well? π TY
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I am well Daisy, thanks! How are you?
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I’m hearing your words and I’m sending you my love xxx πππππ Life is really shit sometimes, but you are a good person with a lot of love to give ππππ
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