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Outcast

Poetry

On the way home. Dad's arguing. Austin's shouting. I want to disappear. Dad's shouting. I'm arguing. Austins arguing. Austin's shouting. I'm suffocating. They're arguing. I'm hiding now. Or distracted, for lack of better words. I'm trying but I can'...

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by MontanaThoresonxx

by MontanaThoresonxx

Tape

tape

tape.

James

is gone

and I might just

break

break.

All I want to do

take

until it all just goes

away

away.

Take it all and put it into that pills that

I shall shove down my throat.

No, this isn't a suicide note.

No, this isn't a overdose.

It's a

"I'm to scared,

note."

A too broken, note.

An all alone, note.

An I'm sick of this life, note.

I just wish I could fly away and forget this horrid fucking place.

James

...

I love

love

you.

But I had to let go because I couldn't breathe.

I want to be with you.

Get married to you.

But right now my mind is spinning

and spinning

and I'm getting so fucking dizzy

and so sick of living.

Sorry for these stupid rhymes.

I can't help it sometimes.

...

Sorry.

You didn't like when I said sorry

because I had nothing to apologize for.

Or thats what you said atleast.

But I'm sorry for living.

And making you deal with my broken heart.

My twisted mind.

And my scarred wrist.

And my tainted soul.

I can't stop

write

writing

out my story

out my soul.

Maybe I'm hoping I'll

write

til I just dissolve.