Poetry, love; Forced trust

For the teacher
forcing me to remember,
everything you did to me.
Everything I tried to forget,
since last december.

For my best friend
trying her best for me,
forcing me to listen.
But forgetting to hear,
how I just want to be free

For you,
who I had to leave before
you could comminute me.
Before the person I was could
burn to mere ashes on the floor.

For myself,
forcing myself to trust
the people who only want the best for me.
But who do not want to listen
when I tell them how I want you to turn to dust.

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