She thinks

Push it away
comes right back
why is it here
I feel so packed

love the sound of perfect
but does that word exist?
every day I'm pissed
tears stream down her cheeks

Rosie red, pink and blue
is that the only thing I've done to you?
just a few minutes
then the moment is gone

she's back to thinking
what's it about?
why can't anything turn out?
does life ever turn around?

so many questions
and so many lies
she thinks it might be better just to die
I wont be here. but neither will you

I don't wanna' lose you, Tia
he says in her ear
but who's making who feel worse?
its not time to see the hearse

depression sucks
life does too
but who cares?
this is an independent world

we can run forever
until I stop
back to thinking
until she pops

--All Poems by Tia E
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