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there's no 'I' in team but there is in suicide.

by BipolarUnicorn 2 reviews

Previously called 'Mysterious Things' but I thought of that title and welp yeah yolo swag (sorry, not sorry)

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2013-07-08 - Updated: 2013-07-11 - 244 words

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heres a toast to all my friend
that left me trapped past hope
carefully dreaming thinking they'd hear
insults come easy to them
rattling the empty house

they think i'm a fucking freak
an alien
or a wolf howling at the moon

the walls of the prison
painted a dull grey
were i'm never get out of
because i'll always be here to stay

even if i'm dreadful of the moments
i walked the water marked stained glass
staying wary

if i acted from the rest
i'll be sure to take a blow

absence of the serpent
that breaks down my back door
the rain that let a sigh out
it ran out of temper
offended the gallons of blood
that comes from the numbers

i've denied the murder
defending the sound
couldn't stop the noise
because the music is louder

now i'm done with screaming
shutting off the alarms
smallest bit of violence
and i have decided
to say goodbye
even though i never succeeded
but the pleasant surprises
were all that i needed

now the crawling is over
i'm not begging anymore
the cards are folded
and the bread has molded

there something caught in my throat
but that doesn't stop me
from saying farewell

i'm tired
so fucking tired
from the unusual hours
of the sleep i haven't had

the roots are tangled and knotted in different ways
just like my stomach
someone please save me
because i can't save myself
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