Poems from AscheJager
Being raised religious while trying to fight an internal conflict of sexuality left the mess that is named Asche.
Destined suicide
That's on my school test,
Instead of math answers
There's the solution to my life.
End it all without a look
Back to see...
A child alone without friend
He's a quiet boy, says no words
But tells stories with his eyes
His eyes that are wet
With the tears of fallen...
Mother and Father
Stand above her,
Looking down on her angelic frame
She's so perfect, brilliant
We're so proud she has her life together...