It's Probably My Fault, But I Don't Care
Things You Won't Hear Me Say
I'm glad I'm not homeless, but I hate my house
it's not where I thought I'd be
I'm committed, but I don't have a spouse
seems love feels the same about me
Abandoned, through choice, circumstance and mistakes
I've even been cut off by my family
I smile to appease you, but my whole body aches
Go ahead and pour that dirt over me
Bury me deep in the back of the yard
Let the weeds take their root
Life shouldn't be so damn hard
And to tell you the truth
Had you told me this was coming
I'd have knocked out your tooth
I missed the sign to start running
From right out of the chute
Let me be....PLEASE, Let me go...
Let the vermin take what's left behind
Can't you see, don't it show
It's official, I've done lost my mind
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
Please tell me that your family has not cut you out. That ache would simply be too much.
Oh, haven't we all, Kelli, haven't we all. <3
Dear Ki - So witty as per your usual..! I had a lawn mowing business when I was 12 - I got the j.o.b.'s and hired the 'hood kids to do the mowing - the pre-pubescent entrepreneur. Kelli so glad you didn't get caught up in all the blackout Vocal hoopla - very frustrating...! jk.bud.in.l.a.
P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L! Go Kelli, this was 🔥!
What a great picture to compare a human life in despair with...
A torturous personal poem for many. Right to the point, and who hasn’t felt they lost their mind at least once.
A raw and powerful poem that captures the depths of despair and longing for release with haunting honesty.
Lost your mind? Right there with you, my friend.