bite my tongue
tossing sleep
lost teeth to
falling fences
stumble deep
imaginary deaths
breathing bloody thoughts
there's a knot in
my throat and i
fashion a noose to hang
unsuccessful me's
empty funeral of
echoing halls
unholy silence
unhappy sad
lonely
lonely
lonely
reach but
can't touch
stand here sickly
wasted struggle
wrong weary
invisible
Monday, March 9, 2015
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