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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You wonder If this state of being Has brought me All these sudden gains. You wonder if my Battle is pretend And my willingness To fight is really in vain. That I’m vain. A little miss MunchHausen With her soaplike Drama hand Stuck to her forehead Lying in bed With everyone Catering to her Needs Saying: “Are you okay, miss Scarlett?” Type of Vain. This sickness has cost me almost everything. This sickness is costing me almost everything. This state of being is costing me everything. And your words are empty and nothing. But they hurt. And they burn. And they try to cross Bridges to burn them too. They slice, And they scar. They are forming Letters On my forearm. They break And not bend They take the pieces And throw them away So they can not mend. They drown Lungs filled with water They strip me titles Lover, woman, Writer, friend, Sister, daughter. They suffocate And they cut open Take my heart Thrown on the floor And leave it to the … Vultures. Maybe you are vultures. Waiting for me to break and die And pick on my bones. “See, I told you so.” Or would you believe me then? That this is not a game? I want my titles, and not forget Who it is that I am, And would you believe me then, If I die? Your words are empty. They mean nothing. But I lie here alone and I lost everything. I wanted to be something more and I lost everything. I want to feel sands between my toes and I lost everything. I just want to walk, and stand, and laugh, And talk and do everything. I lost everything. But not your words. Your empty words. They have come and gone and they mean nothing. I sometimes kinda wish that you meant nothing Too. But it is okay that you do. Even if it hurts, And you do. Maybe I did not lose my ability to feel pain. Maybe that is my… Not… Everything.
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