SICKNESS

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 01, 2018

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SINCE I CAN REMEMBER I CAN SEE INSIDE MY OWN MIND

PEOPLE WILL COME N GO NOTHING WILL TRULY BE MINE 

TOOK ME A LONG TIME 

TO BE FINE 

ALONE IM SURE I SHALL DIE 

GLAD NOR SAD

ANGRY NOR HAPPY 

I MUST FIND WAYS EVERYDAY TO MASK THE PAIN 

IT BURNS DEEP WITHIN

IM SURE MY BLOOD IS AS VENOM 

MY VANES ARE VINES WITH THICK THRONES

MY BONES ARE AS THE STICKS THAT HANG ASIDE AN OLD TREE 

FOR I WALK WITH PRIDE AS IT SEEMS

FOR I SPEAK BROKEN DOWN ENGLISH 

FOR MY SOUL IS UN WHOLE 

FOR IT IS NOT BROKEN 

BUT SHATTERED INTO FRACTIONS 

THAT STAND 5 FOOT 11 INCHES 

139 LBS

WITH DARK DARK BROWN EYES ALMOST BLACK 

HAIR THAT IS THICK AS STRING 

COLORED IN INK TATTED WINGS AMONG MY BACK 


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