Can'T Not Cry

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Mouth filled with so much salt
These tears might as well come from my tongue.
I'm sorry, I can't not cry.
It makes me form and takes the form of bitter, ugly words
And this blue room fills with air-turned-blue.
I push this pen to breaking point,
I hope the plastic snaps and shatters,
To stop the whole of me from breaking,
And bleeds its black ink-blood on the righteous white of this page.
Air can't find my lungs and I can't feel.
I almost didn't hear my own cry for help,
I sound like a stranger to myself,
Even my silence is foreign to me.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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COMMENTS
Sandy Player 11 January 2013
vivid imagery and flowing links. every line has it's weight.
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