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 Apr 2014 Joslyn Fritz
Sia Jane
No pill No pill No pill
No drink No drink No drink
No harm No harm No harm
No escape No escape No escape

Running Running Running
From From From
Myself Myself Myself
Haunted Haunted Haunted

(oh this taunting by thee, by thee, by thee)

A bottle A bottle A bottle
Singing Singing Singing
Lullaby Lullaby Lullaby
Addict Addict Addict

(scratching air you love to berate, berate, berate me)

Skin Skin Skin
Climbing Climbing Climbing
Walls Walls Walls
Caged Caged Caged

(pray to a God to thee above, above, above)

Remember Remember Remember

See a window
Not a mere wall

(See See See)

Thee has caught up
With me, me, me.

© Sia Jane
Just thoughts on addiction, which manifests in many ways through cross addiction.
Lets compare scars.
Mine are in my mind.
Yours are on your wrists.

Lets compare feelings.
Mine are trapped in a corner of my mind slowly chocking me inside.
Yours are plain to see, splashed on the art you left on your arms.

Lets compare thoughts.
Mine weave in and out of everything slow tainting my hope.
Yours are to much to handle so you bathe in your blood.

Lets compare hope.
Mine is that I can make it till tomorrow.
Yours is that you make it each minute.

Lets compare ourselves.
We’re both in pain.
But who will chose to show it?

Lets Compare Scars.
Who’s are worse?

Yours?
Or
Mine?
This is really old, but It meant a lot when I wrote it ... So I like it... Its a little cringey though :c xD
 Apr 2014 Joslyn Fritz
Emma
Charles Bukowski once wrote:

“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”

It is not a feeling most can
Comprehend
Being a youth in skin
Yet having wrinkles
In your heart and mind
But I do
I understand
What it's like to
Find "plastic" conversations
A bore
I live in a paper town
Maybe we all live in a
Paper world

But if you're one
Of the other inhabitants
Of this old youth
Space

Welcome.

You're not alone.
Just thoughts.

— The End —