Empty roomA Poem by JbYou're stopping to get your coffee On the way to the emergency room But it's ok, you're heart will keep pumping As long as you get that caffiene As long as they know what you mean So get your change and drive away
Trying to smooth the edges Of the tiger's teeth amongst your skin No use, they're too sharp though So go ahead and file your own nails So go ahead as everything prevails The wounds will heal someday
But the prescriptions will run out soon And you'll forget the doctor's number Your fingers, they will vanish So you can't reach for help anymore
And you'll pass our again, sleep 'til noon Wretched like hollow bones with slumber And then the day, you'll banish Collapse with the empty bottle on the floor
The guitar strings, they keep breaking Sweet sounds of the fatal almosts But there's no tune left to play anyhow You swollowed your words with the bottle of Grey Goose So burn the guitar as fire wood, there's no use Atleast you'll have something to keep you warm
Whisper your secrets to no one Because your arms got nothing left to hold There's just too much to spit out and understand So even if there's people that would care to know Go on and act, they can't take the show Just never let them close the curtain
But the prescriptions will run out soon And you'll forget the doctor's number Your fingers, they will vanish So you can't reach for help anymore
And you'll pass our again, sleep 'til noon Wretched like hollow bones with slumber And then the day, you'll banish Collapse with the empty bottle on the floor Collapse with the empty bottle on the floor Collaspe with the empty bottle on the floor
© 2012 Jb |
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1 Review Added on January 26, 2012 Last Updated on January 26, 2012 AuthorJbYoungstown, OHAboutThe majority of my life has been consumed by Eating Disorders (no pun intended). I've dealt with severe Anorexia from the age of 13-19, recovered, and now struggle with Bulimia. Depression, Anxiety, a.. more..Writing
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