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Title: I am broken Author: Chriscowa1
Sometimes I envy the insane with their Unbreakable shells while mine cracks like consiousness till each feeling hides under a smile suppressed I must dissapear or vanish or implode! Hey can you tell me what to do? Obviously I cant decide for myself I cant move even though lack of motion in this relationship is why I am behind this pen black like pain I can be your paper write what you want on me just manipulate me into one thousand paper cranes and I'll grant you your wish But the paper has emotions the paper wants a say in what it says it just doesnt want to speak up for itself because its un-paper like Why dont I yell for my own behalf Wash off these painful tattoos like an etch-a-sketch and write your name on my back so that you can use it as a target or so that I forget whats behind me? How many fucking reams of paper make up a forest? Instead of writing poetry I should just burn the forest down so then I can take the ash and charcoal and I can finally tell black and white So stick that in your pipe and smoke it Thats a joke, you'll die without the lung cancer you're brewing So instead of spewing your poisons listen to the sound of that water cause thatll solve all your problems wash the ash away with me stuck in it deposit me in some compost bin so that I an grow some feed for the chicken Ive been But what came first? The chicken or the egg whose shell I'm still in? Comments on "I am broken"
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