![]() Finished the Second Drink...A Poem by Beatrice MarsWhy do I keep coming back here? Watching him, watching her. Why do I keep acting like I like you? Why am I still eating M&M's? Fatty. I'm making myself up, Trying to make a character I prefer, But it's never going to work, Fat assed s**t. It's splitting up, It's getting old, It's getting late, I think it's going to end up Dead. That was a bad idea, S**t, now you're sitting there, Slurring, Pathetic. They're not Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuring, Exactly, More like Thewordsareallrollingintoeachother, Up Down, And Like colours. Pathetic. This was such a good day, Not sure what the f**k I'm on (about.) Take me out for fish 'n' chips, Won't you Burst my f*****g bubble, If you know what I mean. SHUT UP, NO ONE CARES. You know I'm no artist, You know these words Aint gonna be perfect, Honestly, I'm trying, But it just aint working. It's All Your Fault I can't get the way I feel on the page, The Dirty, Sticky, Sweat. all your fault The world, (this room) Full of smoke and (daggers) Empty bottles, F**k them all, JD's my best Friend (and tastes great off your - ) all your fault. I can't do anything right, Least not Poetry. I'm crying. your fault And even after everything, I haven't got a point, So I think I might just go Finish now. (So f*****g stupid, I finished the second drink, It's all my fault.)
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1 Review Added on February 24, 2011 Last Updated on February 24, 2011 Author![]() Beatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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