How many times must I tell you I'm fine?
How many times must I tell you that the the scattered scratches on my wrist are from the cat?
How many times must I tell you that I'm not losing this war of mine?
How many times must I tell you simple facts?
I tell you you I stumbled in front of the car.
I tell you that I fell off the roof.
I've always told you that I've been okay so far,
But you never seem convinced with the answer always demanding proof.
I'm just very clumsy, and I'll probably be fine.
Two sentences I tell you on repeat like a broken record.
Of course you never believe this answer of mine.
You keep hearing the same answer I'm sure, by now, you're bored.
Of course I'm always gonna have another accident.
No one can name the 'Why' or 'because',
But I don't think I'll have any more incidents.
Especially since my gun accidentally went off.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
