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Poem Details
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| Title: | Chelsea |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 8/4/2008 |
| Poem: |
Will anyone listen...To the dark corners of my mysteries...Can anyone see...The wick burning short to my skin...I got crosscut scars...Empty prescription bottles stacked neatly...To remind me of the time I thought no one could save me... There was a time There for a while She taught me to smile Whispering sweet nothings Intoxicating, invincible After a while I found out Sweet nothings were all a lie She wouldn’t save me As it turned out all my dreams with her...Never really mattered...They were all shattered Now I’m alone in my room...All torn up and tattered No strength left...The pieces all scattered Ain’t no use in complaining About the sweet nothings I got a funny way To get her to notice me Crosscut scars Prescription bottles Next to the telephone…... |