Finger
to the brain
Hate to
the head
Fill my
soul
With broken
glass
Shattered
Glass slivers
Can’t feel my fingers
Numb
The
dried flowers cover
My heart,
Melting
Into time
That we shared
That we
once loved
Before a time
before the summer took you from me
I can’t
hold my breath much longer
For the
pain in my neck,
has brought tears
To my
toes and my
Mother
is S I C K
Of this shit, I told her was love
She asked me to call her when it was all said
and
Done
She can’t
stand to see
Her daughter
eat the dirt
Too many times
Enough
times to turn into
Can’t
find the stars on the moon
And that
seems to be my problem
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