she sits behind the tv
watching in the living room
surrounded by her family
with empty eyes
the only things she says
are empty lies:
“I'm okay, I'm alright,
don't worry 'bout me”
she was in her own fight
and as a reality show plays
in her mind she thinks
of all the different ways
and with the morning light
she takes a chair and a rope
having chosen on one of them
to the tree in the garden
to make a final flight.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
she sits behind the tv
watching in the living room
surrounded by her family
with empty eyes
the only things she says
are empty lies:
“I'm okay, I'm alright,
don't worry 'bout me”
she was in her own fight
and as a reality show plays
in her mind she thinks
of all the different ways
and with the morning light
she takes a chair and a rope
having chosen on one of them
to the tree in the garden
to make a final flight.
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