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Who plays on playgrounds at night? Dead children, honey. Dead children.


Sometimes, if you have something wrong with your brain, you hear things, like quotations from a movie that doesn't exist

Because it shouldn't because who would watch it?

Well, me,

Because I am writing it, right now,

and you're reading it, or maybe no one is and I am talking to myself.


I almost died when I was a kid, and then again and again

Sometimes my fault, sometimes not.

So I have met the children, who have never had the chance,

I have met the girl with pretty long hair who would never have a chance to ride a horse, even though she was just 13,

But she died in that hospital, while I grew up

And got a second chance,

To sit on sidewalks and beg for money to destroy myself.


So sometimes, I go to the park and pretend.

I am playing with all the children, who died in children's hospital in Philly

While this mangy lying addict lived.


Wow. Self Burn.


I am sorry guys. I will be back to play soon.

 
 
 

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