Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

Swing The Rope: Treatment Poem Collection - Poem by Ray Mesa

Thoughts of you
Have made me worse
Everything’s blue
And everything hurts
I'm not suicidal
I'm just unclean
All part of a cycle
We fight what we can't see
Now Swing the rope
And watch her reaction
She still has hope
And creates a distraction
She shows you how to cope
And continues the detachment
Paint it sane
Or color over
These little veins
Has been stepped over
Swing the rope
And sing in key
There is no hope, No Fate
So tie a noose, I had her...I don't
Your death will set me free
I need these but instead i build the hate
I have nothing left
and that ain't right

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 22, 2006


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