Wide-eyed and young, they flirt with boys;
I worry about damnation.
Squeeze broken glass inside my palms,
And beg the Lord for mercy.
They hush me when I cry too loud-
Twenty milligrams, Lexapro.
I hide them underneath my tongue,
And beg the Lord for mercy.
She tells me “Pray to Jesus, child.”
But I wanted her to hold my hand,
And know the hell inside my head,
And beg with me for mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poignant, yes, Kelly used the right term.. WELCOME AT POEM HUNTER, Erin - and keep on writing/posting Cheers