Everyone says,
you have to save yourself.
I've tried to save myself
and the rope has snapped,
so I can't pull myself up from it.
I can hear myself scream from the pit
but even that fades as it makes it's way to the surface
because if it's one thing I will always remember,
is daddy doesn't like it when I scream.
Momma doesn't either,
it makes it easier for her to pretend.
Our family is made of plastic
and I'm melting.
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destruction
PoetryShe set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled wit...
