Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Picket Fences

Struggling. Let me go. Set me free. Disgust in dysfunction. Discarded. Junkyard. Broken pieces. Pieces of me. Pieces of you. He's an addict. He's neurotic. He's sick. He's an asshole. He's insecure. He's conceited. He won't see. He's weak. He left me for her. He wandered off with a bottle. He won't go away. He left me on the kitchen counter like yesterday's news. He took his life. I can't breathe. Unavailable. Untouchable. Tired of being ignored. I'm suffocating. I am fragile. I can't feel anymore. Trapped in this cesspool. Smearing picket fences with shit.

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