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letters to Mary
I pull my shirt off
to check for the bulls eye
Today it’s there
so I’ll run and hide
but to no avail
I’m the pawn in your diabolical tale
premeditated and calculated
guess I missed the cookie crumb trail
no clues are friendship was going stale
you stabbed me in the back
knowing I'm emotionally frail
You blind sided me
and so likely is the story
that it’s just my luck
Now I’m always your excuse
when your talking about why you can’t drink it up
I hope you chock on those lies you poser
You’ll never help people
your an emotional bulldozer
Maybe one day you’ll suffer
from real emotional ills
Believe when I tell you
It Kills
Everyday I take a handful of pills
even then their is no guarantee
There's are days when negativity
and overwhelming pressures
consume my very being
and the crazy thing is the seeing
because it’s believing
witnessing me in a blank stare
I’m conscious,
but no one’s there
Just - My - Stare
Inside
I’m busy
with my clipper ship
I’ve floated upon your hurricane
and every little happy moment we ever had
has crying stinging pellets of mad
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