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Six Feet Deep


Ugly

Cunt

Bitch

Slut

 

No I’m too busy she says as if what I have to say doesn’t matter

I can’t talk right now he told me when I needed him most

We’ll talk later, as the words were eating at my skin

Just wait, and I’m ready to break

I’m sorry I have to go, and now my inner glass is shattering

 

Ugly

Cunt

Bitch

Slut

 

Razor blade to my right

I sit down and slice the pain away from the skin

 

What happened to your arms? The cashier asks ,

Oh nothing

And I leave and know she didn’t care enough to ask again

 

Ugly

Cunt

Bitch

Slut

 

It becomes a habit and

mom doesn’t ask why I’m taking so long in the bathroom

Dad asks how school was

I say it was good

But doesn't notice I’m lying

 

Ugly

Cunt

Bitch

Slut

 

There’s the bleach

And enough is enough

It became too much

And I can’t

A burning sensation

From the tip of my tongue

To the back of my throat

And to the pit of my stomach

There’s a blur

 

My inner self leaves the body

And there's butterflies all around

No pain

 

I see mom come into the bathroom

What have you done

 

Officer we didn’t see it coming at all

But they did

They didn’t open their eyes long enough to notice

 

Then I watch my body go six feet deep


And suddenly everythings okay

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