When I was young I knew no better so I tried to hang on until they sent me a letter. Saying your cousin in the army man, she didn't make it. That ripped out my heart, and I just couldn't take it. From then I lived my life falling asunder, being eaten alive by cancer. Fighting for my life, fearing no God. Now that I survived I'm dubbed the fraud.
'Cause you left me and maimed me, done said something just to break me. Thought you were my father but I guess in the end you weren't shit. Not even the most distant of friends. You miss my birthday every year, and my sister she is crying. All these razors and these tears, just because of your lying. We hate you, we hate you so much.
You made us wanna die even as we survived. A part of me would yet scream to be revived. How would you feel if I ever did tell you how I've been feeling or the drugs the doc's been dealing? Trying to fix me with blue pills ones I take against my own will. The expense of my mind and all the shit I can't leave behind. Within my mind, there's only one thing I can find. Depression remains lurking, as my body lies murky. It's the story of my life, and some day I hope to be a better man's wife.
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The Plastic Spoon Files
PoetryA collection and collaboration of my poetry. I chose the title because, I just ate cake with a plastic spoon.
