Your Gift

Sat, 10/31/2015 - 13:08 -- shale98

You have made me a time traveler

I came to you a steely kid with a hunger for danger that refused to oblige me

But you did, filling my purse with pills that promised me nothing

And yet I thought they did

 

I cried because he wouldn't love me, and I couldn't love anyone else

So I took those plain-jane pills 

And when I closed my eyes I thought I had died (and now I wish I had)

But I woke up, hours later, shaking and pretending to be okay

 

Now I lose time whenever I'm sad

I don't have to feel anything if I'm not concious enough to feel

I wake up, born again in a new time

But I can't tell what's real and what isn't, and whether I've time traveled, or whether this game I'm playing is going to leave me disheveled, like they say it will.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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