Desiccated

by Bernadette   Apr 14, 2008


My eyes are red and puffy from the tears I cry,
My mouth is desiccated from all the lies,
The voices play all day in my head,
Right now I think I will be better off dead.

My nails sting from how much I bite,
My skin is pale from the lake of light,
My hair is oily and unprepared,
My clothes consist of my underwear.

My stomach grumbles from a lack of food,
My voice growls from my foul mood,
My watch ticks for every second that pasts,
I think one more I may just last.

My tears run dry down my face,
For the water they need has not been replaced,
My room is dark I do not need any light,
For now your gone I have no reason to fight.

You were the clay that molded my life,
You have my children and I am your wife,
Now I can not even stand a day,
Since you have all gone away.

I will cry my eyes to the last drop,
There is no happiness to make it stop,
I wont be the girl to act a part,
I will be the one who really dies from a broken heart.

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