Getting better
The ceiling fan is looking as pleasant as ever
To tie a rope to it and hang there forever
Somebody told me that I would get better
But God doesn't see me or he hates me, whichever
I don't understand why you don't understand
I am who I am so don't give a damn
I'm sorry I told you to you're the source of my hurt
But I won't take it back cause I meant every word
Copyright © Isaac Heintzelman | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment