Spewing nonsense like my mouth is a broken faucet
if it doesn't work, then I better toss it
tape it, stitch it, do whatever
holds the useless thing together
I can't speak another word
until it's purpose is restored
that's why my words hang in the air
as my feet knock over the wooden chair
I'm seeing red, my face is blue
fix the faucet with fragile glue
don't let it break, or I will, too
head spinning like a hula hoop
my death was no mistake, no ruse
you saw the fire, but not the fuse
I gave up on life, but not on tying that noose
I didn't have anything more to lose.
The world became gray,
and being thin was the only
thing that mattered
I want to be honest and say
that everytime I looked in a mirror my skin shattered
my reflection wasn't me,
I guess we looked in different mirrors
because people called me pretty,
and I could only see my fears
I'm seeing red, my face is blue
fix the faucet with fragile glue
don't let it break, or I will, too
head spinning like a hula hoop
my death was no mistake, no ruse
you saw the fire, but not the fuse
I gave up on life, but not on tying that noose
I didn't have anything more to lose.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
