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My dear friend,

There's no answer in those bottles
Or those false bravados
There's truth in cliche mottos
But those answers are hollow
Unlike those pills you swallow
Because you're chronically suicidal
With no contrary to guide you
And no lover to confide to
So you'll just cram it all in a note in the hotel room they find you
Now you're only living through all the strangers you were kind to
The family that stood beside you
The hell you dragged their mind through
The lovers you had lied to
The crafts that you had fine tuned
The dark past behind you
And whatever state your mind looms now

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
M. Whit
Fighting. Now Before And After.
I Was told not to fight by the same hypocrites who fight each other.
They yell, shout and scream.
Mother, trying to keep peace.
Father, from a different culture.
Brother, who has always been separate.
Sister, alone barring most of the pain.
And me, running away in my own world.
A world of happiness, I made for myself.
But one day this world will break.
And so will I.
Sits Quiet On A Shelf.
So Fragile And Breakable.
Wishing To Stand and move.
Takes a Risk.
Standing and moving.
No More Red Lips And Rosy Cheeks.
No More More Fear.
No More Silent China Doll.
♥Love Poem♥
♥Love Poe♥
♥Love Po♥
♥Love P♥
♥Love♥
♥Lov♥
♥Lo♥
♥L♥

I’m scared to go to sleep
In case the last thing on my mind is you.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
I should have never thought
That we would be happy.
I fixed the things you said were broken
But all that is left
Is my love for you
That still is not returned.*

© Maria Francine
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