i don’t understand the last line of the last stanza. it almost feels like your making fun of people who cut there wrists.. “ever since i became an emo fag”. what started off emotionally strong, slipped to complaints and confusion.
I’m not sure I understand the perspective. It’s a poignant poem, surely, and with a little work could definitely be wonderful, but it’s a little confused. I don’t know, maybe you went for that, the message being that life is confusing and so is the way that people handle it.
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khepa
Suburban Saint
Storykeeper of Fae