Updated: Jul 21, 2019
My eyes are in Poland
My voice is undiscovered.
My mouth is full.
You know I shake when I hear your voice.
Why is the air so clammy yet your heart doesn’t melt?
You wished upon my death, mother.
Tears is involuntary as emotion is an adversary.
Yells of hate keeps the hope away.
You wanted me to suffer, father.
I thought I could count on you to have my back.
Go away. — Drew Skyland
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