The Used Poem

I'll cut up my angels, because I'm on the fringe of luancy. I wish you would just slit your own throat and let it bleed. I wish you would take it away, the box full of sharp objects you gave to me.

Say days ago, but it's just yesterdays feelings. I'm on my own now, my pieces are mended. It's hard to say, but you were just smothering me.

In the hospital, because my visions only blue and yellow. You had me paralyzed, and you got me into your web, so you could choke me.

And the fact that your plan didn't work out, makes you want to scream. Scream and wake the dead. So scream and wake the dead. And get in your car, it's only greener with the scenery. Isn't this cute? Our little poetic tragedy

Poem by KalynnRayee

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