Friday, February 22, 2008

The Rest Home

I am so glad to hear from you
Every day I wake up blue
If my siblings would've had their way
You would have been lost to me forever and a day
This is how I truly feel
They lack compassion reciting it's no big deal
To watch me fall to my knees
Begging them not to do this please
Which fell on deaf ears
My cheeks are blood stained tears
You are unaware of their treachery
Loss of blood could send me to the cemetery
As the back of my shirt turns bright red with blood
From the stabbing blows that came down with a thud
The white noise makes itself known
Sending me into the abyss of the codone

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