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Him
So oblivious
So kind
Bangs his head
On every
Fucking
Surface
He
Can
Find.
Before I can put my hand between that desperate skull and that gut wrenching wall.
Before I have a chance to show him.....
He sinks, further into an abyss of self loathing and deprecation.
I will miss Him.
So kind
Bangs his head
On every
Fucking
Surface
He
Can
Find.
Before I can put my hand between that desperate skull and that gut wrenching wall.
Before I have a chance to show him.....
He sinks, further into an abyss of self loathing and deprecation.
I will miss Him.
Published 17th Jul 2015
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17th Jul 2015 5:49pm
"Before I have a chance to show him..." He should have given you that opportunity rather than destroy himself. It sounds like you did your best Lookie. I like the structure to this short poem. The content's devastating.
17th Jul 2015 6:38pm
Sometimes you can't stop the train wreck. I'm glad you like the structure. Been playing around with these short ones.
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18th Jul 2015 5:28am
Unfortunately, it's true. The beginning of the detachment of drama. We just gotta live. Thanks Taryn, you da best.
1st Dec 2015 5:21pm
Short and oh so sad. A sorrowful look at what some will do to themselves and written beautifully. So nice to know that he will be missed even though he wouldn't give you the chance to help.
John
John
