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Disorder

December 13, 2013
By savannahhailey BRONZE, Oradell, New Jersey
savannahhailey BRONZE, Oradell, New Jersey
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My life- (n.) A series of bullets swallowed and shots fired.

Doctor, I cannot eat the bullets today
They catch in my throat and stay,
Stick, choking, suffocating,
Twin barricades wait
Anxious, in my unsteady hands
To block the vital freeway and end
The traffic of an existence-









I want to live.







Lead them to my tongue
And I, I will do as I am told, I will;
Barrel at the head, bullet to my heart, I will
Swallow your fire. Just coax the flames
And shut my mouth.








Don’t pull the trigger.

I don’t want
I don’t want to
Do I don’t
Want to
Do this any
Longer.


No solace,
I barter with my sanity, one wound cured
Another emerged; I am plagued
With my own dysfunction


















I am chronic.


Forever unhinged.



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