My Pretty Gritty World
A poem by Raea Adams
Ah my lovely depression
What will you teach me
In my next lesson.
Everyone goes ‘round and ‘round
Laughing and having fun,
I see through the act
Pretend to react.
But they know I’m fake
I can’t stand this happy emotion.
I see beauty in miserable broken puzzles
They see beauty in fake material crafted dolls.
I find happiness under gray skies
They find happiness in color filled playgrounds.
I seek asylum in the graveyard
They assume royalty in a manufactured heaven.
I’m a ghoul
They are cool,
Cast myself away
Place myself in a one room prison
Create my negative lovely reality
With melodic tones
Curing ignorance from ears
Cleansing hidden scum from my eyes.
When you don’t know you’re gonna die
Then they all start to cry…
A razor blade symphony
Sadistic piano keys
I love this song they play
Sounds like karma exacting revenge
Perfect worlds flipped into chaos
Silver brats facing street rats.
This is a world I can understand
How does feel now that you know?
Crowds are like treason
Punished by a violent breakdown.
Speaking is like leeches
Stealing your breathe away.
Words cut worse than razors
Now that you’re all bleeding.
This world has become consumed
Spun inside a merciless cacoon.
Reality takes hold
Insanity breaks the hold.
Can hold back the darkness from within.
Eyes see the violence
The eyes stalking
Thank you for living a blissful life
Now have a good fucking day
Dealing with this lonely strife.
Have my old knife.