Breakdown.

by ALEX   Jan 13, 2008


Drip, drip.
Faucet pains.
Splash your face.
Mouth hangs open;
Vacant stare.
Bloody fingers,
Bitten down.
Hold your edges;
Drip, drip down.
Dirty floors,
Sit down, sit down.
Hands in face,
Let everything out.
This is what
We call a
Breakdown.

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  • 16 years ago

    by oXoIESWYDEOPINoXo

    Every poem you have every written is beautifully perfect. After all, who am I to judge your words?
    Thank you for your comments...
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