Chapter 1 - Dearly Dead
Submitted December 8, 2006 Updated December 8, 2006 Status Incomplete | A poem about paying the price of bottling everything up inside. A girl ends up complaining and ranting about everything, after keeping everything inside. After, she wishes to never do that again, and wants to end her life, and doesn't want to be saved.
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Chapter 1 - Dearly Dead
Chapter 1 - Dearly Dead
I know I rant a lot
Perhaps too much for one person
But is that the price
Of bottling it up inside
To dog and moan in one breath
Then cut me up
Fill up my chest
With fluids and cement
So you'll never hear
My dreaded rants
And as I begin to choke
And plead in ragged sobs
Just turn a deaf ear to me
I wish to suffer alone
After all
I want to bleed
Like mascara tears
And crumple into a heap
On the dirtied pavement
The pavement full
Of the pain of others
Their blood bleeds onto mine
An ever flowing river
So you can see me dying
Choking and sobbing
Curled up and deforming
fracked up and going
Home alone
So you can see me bleed
The tears I'm weeping
Mean nothing to no one
And I'm happy
My cries will soon cease.
Perhaps too much for one person
But is that the price
Of bottling it up inside
To dog and moan in one breath
Then cut me up
Fill up my chest
With fluids and cement
So you'll never hear
My dreaded rants
And as I begin to choke
And plead in ragged sobs
Just turn a deaf ear to me
I wish to suffer alone
After all
I want to bleed
Like mascara tears
And crumple into a heap
On the dirtied pavement
The pavement full
Of the pain of others
Their blood bleeds onto mine
An ever flowing river
So you can see me dying
Choking and sobbing
Curled up and deforming
fracked up and going
Home alone
So you can see me bleed
The tears I'm weeping
Mean nothing to no one
And I'm happy
My cries will soon cease.
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