Fix me, for I am torn
Stitch me, for I am worn
I wrote it all down, Ma
Many times, all for you
I dug it all out, Pa
Every word, each line is true
"Do you need," you start to say
"To leave the house today?
"To walk outside and leave behind
"The anger you display?"
Perhaps its come at last
My moment the levy breaks
I open my lips but the wire is tripped
"I'm fine," a smile, a fake
But I left the page open
The tab with my last poem
I think to myself, **** it to hell!"
And bring safari back to home
Is it even worth it?
The wound from afar is small
A scrape, a cut, we all endure as much
But then the other shoe falls
Should I keep it up
My facade, dramatic and spritely?
Or like in the song I've not for so long
Should I let it burn brightly?
Fix me, for I am torn
Stitch me, for I am worn
But put down the ******* needle
I'm fine
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Fix me, for I am torn
Stitch me, for I am worn
I wrote it all down, Ma
Many times, all for you
I dug it all out, Pa
Every word, each line is true
"Do you need," you start to say
"To leave the house today?
"To walk outside and leave behind
"The anger you display?"
Perhaps its come at last
My moment the levy breaks
I open my lips but the wire is tripped
"I'm fine," a smile, a fake
But I left the page open
The tab with my last poem
I think to myself, **** it to hell!"
And bring safari back to home
Is it even worth it?
The wound from afar is small
A scrape, a cut, we all endure as much
But then the other shoe falls
Should I keep it up
My facade, dramatic and spritely?
Or like in the song I've not for so long
Should I let it burn brightly?
Fix me, for I am torn
Stitch me, for I am worn
But put down the ******* needle
I'm fine
The sequel to my poem "Mute"
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