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Jamie Horridge Aug 2012
I need to clean this slate
Whipe away the chalk trails of my mistakes
I need a clean slate

Chalk's never been so impossible to erase
It's there to stay
To send my mind to outerspace
Spelling out the things I did not say

Every word fits on this deafening chalk board
Spelling out the only words I chose to hoard
"I need you..."
My mind reads it like my lips have said it before
Jamie Horridge Aug 2012
I've become friends with the monsters under my bed.
Made amends with the demons that I've invited into my head.
Giving cancer a thought, and toasting to it.
Oh, Lord, I know it's not right, but the scars I've made can't get me through this.
I've searched this body high and low,
For a sign of the slightest, smallest hope.
Still I've found nothing.
It's a sad, hopeless rumor that a broken heart eventually mends,
Mines been broken for some time; full of ties with no ends.
Every person is a zombie in a body half alive,
But I'm the only one who knows it.
I'm the only body that's fully died.
Jamie Horridge Jan 2012
Show me the monster that controls you if you can.
I want to ask him if he really knows you, who you've been.
Who you are is not who you want to be.
I can see it in your eyes when the monster goes to sleep.
He sleeps so silently, and you act as though you're mourning in his absense.
You look so sad but strangely I enjoy your lonesome presence.
Are you scared he won't wake up and you'll be left alone?
Like a soldiers wife who's soldier never had the chance to return home.
I'll be here to love you, like I still do, when he leaves,
and I'll keep reminding you 'til I see a face that believes me.
I miss you and I miss your bright, ***** smile.
I miss the way you laughed like you were just a small child.
I miss the way you smiled back in those days,
Back when the monster had no control of your ways.
The monster in this represents my father's alcohol and drug addiction.

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