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I’m Sorry Mom.

i’m hurt again

and of coarse I know why.

your words drove

knives

into my stomach

and ripped out organs,

and boy,

did i bleed.

truth is a blade

which pierces all armour,

renders all weapons useless,

and leaves Marco

breathless and crying for air.

of coarse you’re right,

and that’s what always ruins me.

i’ll never change,

because i can’t.

pride to the point of folly

is admirable

But always,

the end is the same.

This is why I know

that the only way that I can live

is on my own.

grown-ups aren’t supposed to act like this.

So what the fuck is wrong with me?

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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

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