Fading into sounds around me
Flesh tingles at every contact;
Flashing lights in pretty colours
Blurs of figures, blurs of fingers
Gripping into the handle
Forty-nine minus fourteen?
Empty bottles on the floor
With child-safe caps.
Why did no one make
Suicide-safe caps?
They're too concerned
With their family dream:
Gotta save the children
Gotta hate the broken
Gotta save the children
Gotta hate the sad
Gotta save the children
Gotta hate the lonely
Gotta save the children
Gotta hate me;
How ironic:
To commit suicide with antidepressants.
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woo keep it up
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- As we sow, so shall we reap, and the fruits of our actions are like their seed. -
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Let me be empty
Oh, and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
I have a feeling, if one were to take this poem and squeeze it, irony would drip all over the floor. It made me do that strange little chuckle that's like "I probably shouldn't be laughing, but I cannot help it."
I realllly like this one. P:
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Wowza! How awesomesupremo! That\'s just so ulticooliolicious!
Got to love how no one quite realizes how literal my poems are until I tell them >.>
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Let me be empty
Oh, and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
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Wowza! How awesomesupremo! That\'s just so ulticooliolicious!
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