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Alyssa Rogers Apr 2015
i am cancer
i am death caked in makeup
i am the creaky floor boards in the attic
i am the foul words that leave your mothers lips
and the stench of the alcohol that rolls off your fathers tongue

i creep through the walls at night
looking for a light heart to help with the demons that haunt my every move
i am torturous laughter and pitiful silence

dont not get close to me
i will burn everything you own
leaving you bitter and weeping
gasping for fresh air
Alyssa Rogers Oct 2014
YOU CAN SEE THE PAIN
ETCHED INTO HER SKIN
THE SORROW
BURNED INTO HER CORE
MOURN AND LOSS OVER YOUR CORPSE
YOU DIDN'T THINK TWICE
MAYBE I WONT EITHER.

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