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Holden Craig Jul 2014
Mother, mother, I kept your bracelet
Eat your food, won't you taste it?
As clear as mud, the bracelet reads, "****."
The word you mutter in your drowsyness to above
I will wear it, when I choose to perish
Perish, the same way you left me
I'm too far gone to heal the past
I think I caught your mental illness, spreading like a rash

Mother, mother, I kept your bracelet
It is locked up safe, unlike my heart, mend it, case it
I toss and turn in my haunted bed
Broken promises, no affection, some things better left unsaid
I stayed up all night, pressured to organize your scattered medication
Dad hurry home, she's having a seizure again
I tried to hold her down
She put her hand over my mouth when I screamed for help

I can't save you, until your turn around the blame
Lenora Dec 2022
Only because it takes time and thought to write down these heavy motions
Traveling deep like the unknown depths of the ocean
Feeling the need to tell a story
Enhanced by the things that must truly adore me

She was fenced in feeling tethered to every feeling and every touch received
Actions my reaction had me constantly battling the importance of my needs
Half uncared for and half never seen
Not my best move counteract with drugs that make me lean
And my drowsyness undoing the thread that holds my face together at the seams

My muscles slowly begin to relax
And I pray not to become addicted like a relapse
The tip of my nose to the end point of my cheeks
The itch travels as my body reaches peak
Down to my chin that I always swipe too forcefully
Becoming a too well known course for me
Heartbeats that now glitch
Treating narcotics as if they’ve become the perfect switch

From people to pills
Replacing all the small thrills
If I could feel this way with out them.. the things id ****
The attentiveness id steal
Only to be lost in a place that’s not real

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