Thrown to the Birds
• Written by VZ
Summer 2015
I was living the graduate dream
ready for the carefree freedom
that freed me from caring
about the bullshit
becoming a poet
I was sitting
and sipping and spitting
until I met you
who knew
what you'd put me through
I meant you at a party
remember it hardly
told me you were hard for me
how couldn't I see
behind your deceit
why did we even meet
still remember those sheets
you pinned me too
knowing i didn't want you
and i didn't want too
and you expected a thank you?
how bout fuck you?
shall I continue?
I should've never took a hit of what you gave me
paralyzed
and when the night
lastest forever
aggressed surrender
and now I still see you
in my dreams
under my nails
behind all my wails and screams
screaming how could I be so foolish?
you fooled me,
you fucked me,
told me I was lucky
now who could even love me?
when you corrupt me
what is love to me?
probably never be free
is this called mercy
that he let me live
when i'm dead inside
I walk around all disguised
look at the sun and think of summer
start to tear up, no wonder
I shudder, and stutter,
getting number and number
and I suffer
but this is rape culture
your the criminal, and I get charged
your life is free, mine's behind bars
I feel the guilt like I'm Atlas
I carry the sadness
your pride's the stained mattress
but this is rape culture
the victim is thrown to the vultures
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VZ
Member since March 9 2016