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papa remember when you used to spin stories out of gold thread
the thread that came from your teeth
it wove me a blanket so i could fall soundly asleep
papa remember when late on a summer night
we danced to music that was alive and wafted in the warm breeze like night blooming jasmine
sweet, and crawling up your nose and infecting your head
papa remember when you said you’d call
that was last year
and that same song came back on and I was surprised to find tears sneaking up
on me
burning canals into my cheeks
because you told me goodnight
and never said good morning again
because you left in my god ******
sleep
it is a dangerous thing to do
to still in silence
alone with nothing but thoughts
and feelings
belonging only
to me.
how risky it is
to cut the world away
snap the string connecting everything
to draw the curtain down
left with my shadow
a
poisonous
companion
giving life
to sorrow
an unwise
circumstance
to be with me and me
and just me--
and suicide,
she purrs
along the window's rim
peeping in
at me and me and
lonesome me
Turn on the shower
Feel the soft touches of the water
Smell the Fresh air
Feel the water relax your hair
The heavily scented soap
makes circular bubbles float around.
Shut eye
and mind-travel to whence the day begun
The dirt trickles down with the water
All that is stale is washed
Slide into clean clothes
and plan ahead for tomorrow.
After a hard day's work
       Its good to take bathe
9
Let me tell you a story
Of a night
When I took 9 tiny pills
Hoping to die.

It was a irrational action
I admit
But this incidence
Ceased my impending "wake"

I arose the next morning
Wondering if I'm dead
And if this was what heaven felt like.
But when I heard the all too familiar scream
I realized
I'm back in hell again.

To school I went
Chuckling in my head
Of how foolish man can be
To not realize a single thing.

The whole day I did math:
9 times 500mg
Divided by 1000mg
It was more than 3 times of the stated dosage.

I chided myself then
Why didn't I get more
Why didn't I have the audacity
To rob the first aid box.

But soon
I've came to realize
It wasn't the dosage
Nor the amount that mattered.
It was the fact that
Life was still mine to deal
And play with for longer days.

I didn't want it
But I've no choice

"GET OVER IT"
I tell myself
Over and over again.
*But I never once did
The absence of feelings
Yet feeling the vast emptiness
Lashes deep into my soul
Leaving me directionless.

It's not quite the same.
The past and the present vary
Akin to heaven and hell.
Emptiness
Not tantamount to an empty cup,
More of half-filled.
Pain
Doesn't spill blood
But open veins with searing "heat".

I'm confused with who I am
And what I'm supposed to do.
Where am I
And
Why am I here.

A maniac released from its chain
Would never be quite the same.
For the pain that once seem to make me go insane
Is what that's keeping me alive instead.

(C.C.)
She doesn't know why
She's the sort of person
Who converse with inanimate objects.
She can't (help) but call for the razor
Whenever she's in deep confusion.

She's not the sort of person
Who is able to use verbiages at her fingertips.
The tune her fingers play
Doesn't portray
Phantoms in (her) head.

(She)'s the sort of person
Who loves coffee and the morning sun.
But she's also the sort of person
Who hates her own existence
And find that she's no good for life.

She's the sort of person
Who doesn't believe that people care
For everyone who said that
either left
Or (wants to leave).

(She) didn't meant to be annoying
Nor did she wanted to be so disgusting.
She hated putting that cold metal
Against her skin which was warm with life.
She hated sticking *******
Down her only throat.
She merely (need)ed something
To take the pain away.
Her only wish was (salvation);
She's been held captive by her mind.

(C.C)
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