The Feed

There were so many times when you made me say thank you for nothing So many times you told me I should be grateful for something But you didn’t see how fast I had to grow up And everything that spilled from my overflowing cup Yet you kept pouring, expecting me to carry so much for you Slowly turning the world around me askew Sometimes I think you just did your best, which is fair But then I remember all the times you chose not to be there Every time I looked for you through t

Your hand touched my cheek as you spoke Tears streaming down my face Trying not to choke You were scrambling to pick up what you broke And I could feel my heart start to race Your hand touched my cheek as you spoke Was all of this a joke Was I in some horrible place Trying not to choke What inside of you awoke To leave me in this space Your hand touched my cheek as you spoke All that we had, I must now revoke Leaving our love in disgrace Trying not to choke What is she trying

A sombre, monochromatic depiction of an individual facing away, capturing a moment of introspection and solitude. It was him Him who tore me apart before I had a chance to take a breath Him who stole pieces of me and kept them for himself Him who haunts me to this day He doesn’t deserve to be in my memories I wish all those thoughts would disappear He was ruthless, vile A monster who took away my innocence and youth Sometimes when I sleep, I still feel him next to me His bre