Lauren Ruark


My Autopsy - Poem by Lauren Ruark

Open wide, look inside
Open wide, look inside
At my autopsy
I feel like
A woman
I feel like
I care
I feel like
I shouldn't
I feel like a child
Of despair
I feel like
It's over
I feel like it's coming
After me
I feel like
It's closer
I feel like this is all I'll ever be
I feel like
A failure
I feel like a hungry
Parasite
I feel like
A razor
I feel like a prayer
Lost in flight
I feel like
I'm hopeless
I'm afraid I'm a slave, I'm weak and average
I'm afraid I'm a slave, I'm weak and average
I feel like
A hammer
I feel like
A nail
I feel like
I'm guilty
I feel like the wrist that it impales
I feel like
A butcher
I feel like
I'm being decieved
I feel like a beautiful loser
I feel like all you sheep
Are laughing at me
Open wide, look inside, at my autopsy
My autopsy
I feel like a complete waste of time
I feel I'm
Transparent
I feel like I can't
Escape my mind


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010


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