you're lying in the middle of the road, this isn't a test run, it's the real show, now show 'em what you're made of, sugar and spice and wrists that you slice, now go on home, up to your room, count your earnings, any pity stares today? better make them pay, pick yourself up and draw on a smile, it's worth your while, keep faking it if you're even thinking of making it, they'll never know, dry your tears, down a few beers, anything to keep away the pain, you inhale the smoke but do you really see it? now walk along like a good citizen, blend in, do your part to help society, your liability isn't looking too swell, oh, can't you tell? go on home and sleep some more, close the door, make sure you wake up, you can't go like this, it isn't fair, call the mayor, ring up a complaint, you can't leave me now, but my question is how, the pills or the knife or the cliff or the rope, don't give up hope, I know they sugar coat reality, but trust me, I want you to stick around, be safe and sound, you can't get rid of me that quick, I'll stick with you through thick and thin, crying on the floor at 4 or laughing in your room at noon, we say so much but our words are empty, I try to talk but my mind won't let me, I'm locked in my own head and they threw away the key, it's gone astray just like my sanity, and thank you for your time, but I have to go, stay within the flow, don't want them getting suspicious of me, but I melt away before their eyes, another face in the crowd, never speaking out, but often the quietest actions are the loudest.
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dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
