Think Again
Makeup on, tears stream down
Walking alone staring up at the stars downtown,
The words can not be unsaid, can not be unheard, they’re already out.
Open to suggestions she leaves the abs off and a loaded gun in the seat,
Useless, stupid, selfish; among the slightest of many stings,
Shouldn’t be used to these kind of horrid things,
But here we are, sitting in our depressive funk, ready to lose everything.
Lips supposed to love, hands supposed to hold,
Turned against everything we’ve been taught and told,
Bruised are seen, welts are felt, no longer the tales of the old.
Waiting for the end, fighting off death,
No matter what you do nothing changes, waiting for the wrath,
You take your final breathe,
Was it worth it?
Copyright © Jessie Howell | Year Posted 2021
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