REBIRTH OF TRUTH

my mother and father
procreated me with her arms
around his neck and his fists pounding
into her stomach dragging each
other down a river where they
wished to have let me drown
but her heavy heart made me
with an incredible weight
on her back, she pieced together
words of anger her own mother
threw at her and stuck them in
my ivory bones and when
my father put in his two cents
all he did was drink,
drank in my soul and let my light
be consumed in the dark.
Now every time I listen to
my head, words are stuck in
my head and images flicker
like tears flowing down my face.
Then, the silence helps me
sleep when nothing is there
to yell at me when I'm alone.
please stop making me crazy,
I'm only just a baby.

some of the things I write are really sad but they're stuck in my mind and I don't stop until I've got it all out. love you x