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Windex and Lies

I feel like I am losing touch
Finger tips out of reach
They must be going numb
I can't feel much
 
Nothing matters anymore
Everyday breathing feels like a chore
I write like I am a 14 year old
Emotionally stuck here
Yet my body has aged twice that much

I feel infected
Like these words are
Are nothing more than...
Pus escaping a sore
Completely dejected

I often wonder if there really is a Heaven
Then I think....
I must have been pre-rejected

At a young age
I was already on the brink
Unloaded on me was so much rage
I tried to OD on everything under the sink

As it turns out...
No matter how much Windex you drink
It does not end fatally
Even the back of the bottle lied to me



©2013 Miss Morbid
Written by MissMorbid
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