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[title] => Blue Light
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[bodytext] => I’ll take a deep breath I lay on the floor I don’t know how to pull myself from under This misery’s like pop-star fame I’m center stage to this royal showcase of pain I would love to love But I can’t I just live each day as best I can I would love to have joy, but. . . . . I wish I could be perfect All I can prefect is this moment I’m just a dried out Mary Magdalene I just, I just, I just need something A sign, more like a slap in the face to tell me that life is worth living need a kick in the ass to say that “You’re just a dumbass for trying to throw it all away” I can’t seem to throw anything away I pile it up to the top Till I suffocate myself with hostility I end up listening to my own screams Maybe I’m just an owl with a broken wing who ordered too much KFC Maybe a little lipstick would make me feel pretty again I just don’t know anymore These words just seem to confuse me but I’m not the doctor I’m not your savior I'm not your friend I’m not your protector I’m just a trend I do need to find myself I do need to bring an end to these everlasting tears Have to destroy everything, myself, my memories, all of my humanity Every trace of their broken promises Every single lie that was said and sold Every packaged dream that had me running out of my room screaming I don’t want to feel like this I don't want to live like this slip into amnesiac The sky was at knees and all in tears I look death right in the eyes This dead creature that lay at my feet It was so cold water marches like ants panic button But I don’t want to feel this way I have to cut away pull away fade away Until I’m a pilot When I’m no longer a chicken wing but an owl Only when I’m a blue owl The day will come when I don’t need band-aids and free from my own abuse Until I learn that self mutilation isn’t okay and learn that scabs aren’t nice to look at Come into new light Burned raw Today is perfect for Christmas morning I’m sorry All is fine Everything’s gay The minute it’s over Is a new beginning [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kurdtbeanthewikked [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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