I buried you
six feet under,
in a coffin of bones
your name
etched into the front;
captioned: “Buried Alive”

You begged and begged,
pleading, “please, I can change”
A salty tear slid downwards,
wiped away,
“Drop dead”
And that, my friend, is exactly
what I did.

i stand below the line
my ribs stand out on their own
i am not thin enough
i need to be only bone

i'll starve the demons out of me
purge until they're gone
i won't let food touch my lips
i've been too big, too long

the voices that i hear
they tell me i'm not good enough
no one will ever love me
because i weigh so ******* much
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i stood below the line
they said i was underweight
but all i saw was fat
and all i felt was hate

i cried the demons out of me
wept until i was numb
i didn't let people see
the monster that i had become

the voices that i used to hear
told me i had to go
that if i wanted freedom
my blood would have to flow.

I walk among the shattered glass
glass that mirrors
my broken past.
I step and walk and run and cry
Above, below and right beside
The way I used to feel
back then
How I would wish
For my own end.

What if hell isn't below earth?
What if it's below heaven?
Ō-Ō

I stoop in the shadow of your majesty
I dare not look at your intelligent eyes
Humbled by your artistic magnifigace
Did it hurt when you fell from the skys

My words are not worthy of your attention
My thoughts, nothing compares to yours
I struggle with bad poetry retention
My script builds walls, yours opens doors

I feel ashamed to have wasted your time
When you could have been creating art
Ashamed of my immature style and rhyme
You exquisite perfume, I a stale old ****.

The knifes are in the water,
there below, just beneath your feet.

The river flows with blood
of the sweetest innocents.

A mermaid escaping up stream,
against the current of the most importance.

So, where does this bottomless journey end?
This lost channel of endless hoping.

Two bodies of water,
intertwining into the everlasting waterfall.

A voyage down the rapids,
Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Down into the pits...There just below the waters.
Where I can rest my weary head.

Fin.