Plastic hearts & laced up smiles
Tie up with your lies
they go on for miles
The bow is bigger then New York
just take your analytical fork
& stab me, yes stab me
delete me from your memory
close the window
watch as the world passes you by
your sister isn't home
your parents don't care
your phone will never ring
cause no one is there
the make up world you wished you lived in
the imaginary family where no one fights
all disappears with a flick of the light
snap back to dad yelling
mom is crying
dogs are barking at the wind
you silently pray that God will send
some one for you
some one to never ignore you..
your little prison window shatters
before your eyes
will this compromise
what you hold inside?
you quickly run from all the pain
nothing to lose nothing to gain
your wrists still sore thighs still bleeding
knowing no own cares if your still breathing
plastic hearts & laced up smiles
all your lies that go on for miles
are my lies to
I'm just like you
I'm that failure in the mirror
we can delete each other
with one little trigger
Goodbye Shelia, Goodbye Jesse
Goodbye world that will never miss me
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Written November 22nd, 2005
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amanda you go i go i dont care if we barely fuckin talk i love you and me and jesse will folllow amanda im always here trust me ok i will never leave you i promise
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How can you write this
and pretend everything is plain and proper
Real life and poetry is tied to each other
I slit my wrist, SHEILA bleeds
SHEILA hangs herself, and YOU choke
YOU pull the trigger and I implode
with a bullet-hole in MY throat.
If you go I will follow
Hearts are empty and some bonds are hollowed
This promise I will complete
You dissapear even for an hour
Sheila loses control
And I tell myself I have no more power...
YOU'RE gone, SHEILA'S Dead
SHEILA'S buried and I walk with
a plastic bag around MY head
I can't breathe but YOUR'RE already
Godspeed to YOUR deathbed!
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Good start, needs cutting
This poem started well enough but then ran away from the poet. Also the poem seems to shift from being first person to third person, or does it? it's quite confusing.
I think if you got the length under control (decide what you want to say), then it might also become more comprehensible. -
damn... although i can't say that i've never been here before...
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