Pop an Advil

January 4, 2008
By Alexandra Olivier, Brooklyn, NY

Pop an Advil
The pain should go away
Drown the hurt in Vodka
Surround my heart with "it's okay's"
Razor to skin
Blood flows slowly
Surrounded by black
On a quest for serenity
Seeing through a mirror
Of tainted glass and shattered dreams
This darkness consumes me
Makes its hard for me to breathe
You see it as a tantrum
This anger is more than reality
Burning through the seams
Don't you care to see
My life is on repeat
This pain a flowing constant
Consumed by my darkness
Happiness is missing

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