The real me

October 9, 2011
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Here I sit,
in an empty shell,
rotting in an icy he**,
in my corner,
my little place,
filled with dust, and
moral disgrace.
and then,
The tears came,
in buckets,
and shovel-fulls,
in teacups and spoons,
they came, and they ran,
and ran and ran,
down my face,
past my lips,
off my chin,
and down
soon, soon,
I was in a puddle,
sitting in my worth,
rocking back and forth,
Mind blank,
eyes distant,
everything is fading now,
I'm sleeping,
far away from here,
and far away from you,
and them.
When I wake up,
I'll be new,
I'll be
myself again.

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iamInvisible said...
Oct. 19, 2011 at 9:53 pm
oh my god, i LOVE this. really good job :) it made me think about things, made memories surface. that was amazing
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