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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
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
Published 8th May 2013
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8th May 2013 1:05am
You *might* have a tad more simpler way with words but it works so well for this poem. its ear catching emphasis when its like you just keep getting random images in your head to describe what you felt right there and then and wrote it down. i like it its def its own.
Thank you. It is not as though my vocabulary is lacking in volume.I just feel like I am still 14 most of the time.
