Poetry by Linsey Morris
age: 17 location: Albany GA
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And fuck you for trying

Just because im sane,
it doesnt mean i can handle this.
Too much rejection and only one stands.
But im not crazy like they all slide behind their backs.
I'll just slip between this crack and look on to the former,
regretting everything for them.
And as my skin tone fades they wont say a thing as i wont.
its ok.
And one is definatly enough,
but i know i dont suffice at all,
or even if it does, every cell is frightening.
Crashing down is an understatement to these hands, these eyes...
Tell them about their life.
Look at them wrong and breathing will cease.
For without half, what is it worth?
Pulses of blows to the sides,
Bleeding Externally and fuck you for trying.
On another plain we are, high above them.
My blood may be red but my face is still white,
it may poor from me in pools on the ground,
it may soak in my clothes,
it may trail down the rough cracks.
But my eyes still blink for him,
not you anymore.

©Linsey Morris




drowning in sarrow

Yes, you think im being open with my thoughts,
For i show some distaste at times....
But i close the door at night,
And as i lay there on the sheets
The sorrow pours across my pillow,
splashing to the floor,
Spreading to every corner and slowly filling....
The emotion runs deep and dark as i'm left treading to stay ontop of it all, it
fills every crevice,
And i scramble to find air,
Dive down to pry open the door which wont budge,
I'm trapped inside this gloomy room.
The longer i stay in here the more of my hope drowns And falls to the dark
bottom.
I feel i cannot keep going,
For all i thought was there for me was just a false Security you all have tossed
to me to make me feel you cared.
I come to this realization as my air supply is at its last breath.....
I need someone there...oh god....there's noone left...
As every nook and cranny is filled and im left there
Suspended....floating...hair in a cloud dancing Around My head....my lungs...and
hope...are Acheing..and my Vision is blurring...please...anyone?

©Linsey Morris