Can't get caught on this desperation,
Feel the urge to sink to this obsession,
Bringing me to this sensation,
Hear some exasperation...
Stab me in the back,
I almost want some crack,
Don't highlight what I lack,
I don't want any feedback,
So just tell the guy to give me a callback.
We are all going to die,
Forever more will I cry,
As you sit and tell this lie,
And you can still stare me in the eye,
I just wish I could tell you goodbye.
Stop this fighting,
your anger is like the lightning,
As I no longer find you delighting,
As you still hear these cries arise,
it's all just a disguise.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
