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Written As I Hit Bottom - #1

Poetry By: Stormy Aura Llewellyn

Nothing to say anymore.

Submitted:Nov 15, 2011    Reads: 34    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

I'm the rubble on rock bottom

I'm the backyard's broken down

I'm the kitchen chair on last legs

I'm the seasoned pirate on two pegs

I'm the bully's beaten

I'm every Sheldon's Will Wheaton

I'm the dumping ground

My heart's the continual pass-around

All these lies are killing me

All the highs aren't thrilling me

Somehow my pain is justified

Somehow the wrong is nullified

All I do is lay in bed at night and cry

I'm waiting for the nearing day when I'll finally die

When this swelling sharpness goes

When my faded throat can swallow these woes

Still now into the night my wailing pleads

All I want is what everyone needs

Why do I get all the blame?

We all did this just the same.

The tears are rolling down my face

Hitting each other; running a sad little race

I'm screaming, shouting, filling up to my eyes

There's something underneath no one will recognize

These things that you believe

Destroy my head in one sole cleave

So, if I'm so evil

Let's see where it leaves you when my voice silent I will

So you can keep on shooting your insults

I'll keep living in tear-laden tumult

In my lonely corner crying I'll still be

As everyone goes on and forgets about me.


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