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...Constraints
By SolApathy
https://youtu.be/k0MPgKG8oh4?t=745
Poetry- Self mutilation of the soul
These words are my core
Vertical through my veins
I feel the x-acto knife reign
Did I ever tell you I enjoy the pain--?
Falling drops upon the floor like rain
~Killing myself just a consolation prize~
As I tighten this noose just right
Not enough to kill
Just some rope burns and a few more pills
They said it would cure all my ills
My hollow laughter gives you chills
You see I have a quota of words I need to fill
As the blood continues to spill
I stare at these ridiculous pills
Open the top and watch them plop
Deep into this toilet bowl hole
I flush-- knowing the turmoil about to unfold
Tonight for them there will be no rest
Just screams as my family deliberates what’s best
Perhaps a straight jacket with injections right to the chest?
Imbue me with a Thorazine haze as I see the clouds dance with blades
Drooling, I can’t seem to feel
This is my family’s solution to something they can’t heal
To believe they did this when all they saw my written word
Not a mark on my body until the needle pierced my skin
I swore I heard someone whisper they were protecting me from my demons within
As I fall into a full-blown tailspin
Trance music driving these lines
Not one word will be left behind
Drip my pen in the ink of my dark reservoir
Each line becomes a scar
This is who we are
These words are my core
Vertical through my veins
I feel the x-acto knife reign
Did I ever tell you I enjoy the pain--?
Falling drops upon the floor like rain
~Killing myself just a consolation prize~
As I tighten this noose just right
Not enough to kill
Just some rope burns and a few more pills
They said it would cure all my ills
My hollow laughter gives you chills
You see I have a quota of words I need to fill
As the blood continues to spill
I stare at these ridiculous pills
Open the top and watch them plop
Deep into this toilet bowl hole
I flush-- knowing the turmoil about to unfold
Tonight for them there will be no rest
Just screams as my family deliberates what’s best
Perhaps a straight jacket with injections right to the chest?
Imbue me with a Thorazine haze as I see the clouds dance with blades
Drooling, I can’t seem to feel
This is my family’s solution to something they can’t heal
To believe they did this when all they saw my written word
Not a mark on my body until the needle pierced my skin
I swore I heard someone whisper they were protecting me from my demons within
As I fall into a full-blown tailspin
Trance music driving these lines
Not one word will be left behind
Drip my pen in the ink of my dark reservoir
Each line becomes a scar
This is who we are
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, November 6, 2019.
Filed under:
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Author's Note:
...I taste the copper and feel the high of blood draining away as I say my goodbye's...Comments on "...Constraints "
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On Wednesday, November 6, 2019, Chelsey Elaine
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wrote:
This is tragically beautiful. I feel the words cut deep. "Not a mark on my body until the needle pierced my skin I swore I heard someone whisper they were protecting me from my demons within"
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On Thursday, November 7, 2019, SolApathy
(667) wrote:
Thank you for your comment... All to often people believe medicating someone is the answer to cure their ills...
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