femmme fatal
Bluelighter
this poem was written at what was prolly the worst point in my life that i can remember... this is my ode to my hatred of myself for indulging in self pity, which is, for me, the lowest of my lows...
Sweet Disdain
The hell I feel is nothing yet,
compared to what's to come;
I'll curl myself to sit and wait,
as it takes over I am numb.
It makes no difference anymore,
whether my dreams or wishes come true;
I pity those around me,
cause I'm poison through and through.
Am I surprised nobody's here?
no one could stand to stay;
when they would only try to help me,
I would push them all away.
With the help of all these little pills,
I'll forget about my pain;
and a cloud of sweet indifference,
will drag me from disdain.
aj the femme
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the extra M is for MmmMmmmm
Be Good!!!
Sweet Disdain
The hell I feel is nothing yet,
compared to what's to come;
I'll curl myself to sit and wait,
as it takes over I am numb.
It makes no difference anymore,
whether my dreams or wishes come true;
I pity those around me,
cause I'm poison through and through.
Am I surprised nobody's here?
no one could stand to stay;
when they would only try to help me,
I would push them all away.
With the help of all these little pills,
I'll forget about my pain;
and a cloud of sweet indifference,
will drag me from disdain.
aj the femme
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the extra M is for MmmMmmmm
Be Good!!!