momo carreon

Suicide Blond

This thing is itchy it tickles my neck
My stomach is growling I haven’t eaten
My hands are swollen my feet are clumsy
My knees are bent I can not hear you
Though I feel your touch
My eyes rolled back this feels so bad
You try to help but its too late
My souls been drifted snapped away
Its all gone now no more to do
So there I hang still twitching
In front of you who tried so hard
But failed to do so
You cut me down to the floor I drop
You pick me up and try and bring me back
You slap my face and say my name
But that is all I’m just not there
You lost the battle death wins again.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 20, 2009

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