Painted

Painted

A Poem by JackieLaRipper

Paint on a smile,
using a dab of pink and red.
Be meticulous and make it perfect,
to make it look like you're not dead.

Use a shade of green on your vacant eyes
to give them life-like depth.
Acting alive
is a skill in which you are adept.

Wind up your heart
like you would do to a clock.
This will help your heart to feign a beat,
as well as keeping it safe under key and lock.

Replace your inutile organs
with heaters in your limbs and chest.
This will warm your stiff, cold body
to eighty degrees at best.

Drain the coagulated blood from your veins
before pouring in boiling hot water.
This will help you look less blue,
as well as making you 18.6 degrees hotter.

But there is one thing you miss,
you wish you could feel anything at all,
whether it is emotional or physical,
it will help you appear less banal.

Being alive isn't all it is cracked up to be,
people who are alive wish they were dead.
People never get what they want,
this problem is widespread.

You don't want to remember what you did,
you don't want to face the fact,
that you are part
of a failed suicide pact.

© 2015 JackieLaRipper


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Added on March 24, 2015
Last Updated on March 24, 2015
Tags: death, suicide, paint

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JackieLaRipper
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