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Downed my Prozac with some Sprite,
Now I've got this globus that won't go away,
I've puked 'bout 6 times up till now,
Doesn't seem like it will end anytime soon.
We were kids, two empty heads,
Yet full at the heart, dropping pieces of our souls,
At each other's doorsteps, awaiting a better place to meet.
Now, we're still kids, just a few years ahead,
Still young at heart, I can't let go of your leftovers,
I'm at your doorstep, awaiting my friend and maybe,
A partner.
I don't think as well when the noise goes around my cranium,
Through my ears and into my skull where my brain resides,
So when the sounds begin a journey that subsides,
All of the thoughts come to light,
Less frightened of silence.
Skyler M Dec 2021
It would be nice to,
Have a better excuse,
To not get up and move,
Cause I'm stuck to the floor.

If I could break this steadfast chase,
For a better life that doesn't haste,
Then, maybe I wouldn't feel like a waste,
Now, maybe I wouldn't take up space.

Ill break all my bones,
Cause I'm tired of endless drones,
Calling me up from the phone,
I'm broken, I can hear it in their tones.
Skyler M Dec 2021
So distant from the future yet so close to the past,
This barrier that prevents me from taking one more step,
Eyes to the ground I won't make eye contact,
These greedy beings are far too rough to me.

Cease to exist,
Won't be fixed,
Down the list,
I'm told I'm missed,
It hurts like an engorged cyst.

Wringing my bones of the infectious mold,
Pay God a sum to fix me with venomous tongues,
I won't bathe in the pity that a loved one engorges on,
All day and every night till the very day I die.

Cease to exist,
Won't be fixed,
Down the list,
I'm told I'm missed,
It hurts like an engorged cyst.

Waterboard these treasonous instincts,
Tomorrow's a new day to forgive you of the infliction,
Another wine cup made from Jesus that I won't drink,
I've kissed Lucifer and told him God is nobody worth loving,
Cause if God won't love me for who I was and who I became,
Then God doesn't deserve to breed his impotence and greed.

Yet.
In all his glory, he shines down on the sinners,
Promising to be the golden riches we lust after,
He no longer deserves capitalization for further polluting,
O' our wretched hands.
Skyler M Dec 2021
Do I feel it now, I have to ask.
Troubled and doubled over.
Toilet seats are too cold.
Something's getting out.
Home isn't home anymore.
"In my underwear, begging you for more" - Poplar St by Glass Animals
Skyler M Dec 2021
I wish my daddy tried harder for me,
Cause I missed him so much,
All the elementary years,
Spent wondering,
“am I a burden on my father?”

I was told I wasn’t,
That he loved me dearly,
And that he had to leave home,
To keep working to the bone.

Yet he’d tell tales about jumping from cliffs,
Running from the pigs that infested the cities,
Flew to Malaysia but still couldn’t visit me,
Now I’m starting to wonder if he really meant any of it.

I was told he did,
That he loved me dearly,
And that he had to leave home,
To keep working to the bone.

Well I’m not convinced.
I’m nearly 20 years in age,
And I think that he thought nothing of me.
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