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  Oct 2015 Morgan Floyd
Sombro
And as he learnt much more he said
No noose shall hang quite like my head.
i’m broken
the way every writer is
broken and the words fall
out of the cracks.
Morgan Floyd Oct 2015
Tears, Tears
pouring from my eyes
drowning all my fears

Words, Words
so many souring through
my mind like a flock of birds

Scissors, Scissors
slicing my skin
until I cannot feel anymore

Blood, Blood
flowing freely from my cuts
creating a crimson flood

Pills, Pills
the bottle now empty as time
begins to go still

Black, Black
is the last thing I see
before I realize there is
no going back
Morgan Floyd Sep 2015
I'm mentally ill
so i'm given more than one pill
to change how I feel
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