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by Poet on the Piano Jul 14, 2016
Sadness, depression /
Here, you rain on me.
I'm your living tragedy and
even though the cement spells
out every skeleton I ever shed,
I can't swallow the stones
that never marked me as
The reality bites me - not bittersweet,
not candy hearts and pixie dust we snort
I force muscles to lift upwards;
carry dead grass between my teeth
as I let the past rot behind and before me...
You aren't dead to me;
I am dead to the me I so
"I'm a tough girl whose soul aches" - Sia
Challenge by Yaki to write a poem based on that lyric!
Wow. What a perfectly written yet sad piece just with the inspiration of a lyrics. You did a fabulous job.