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I was content
I was okay
I was fine with
Living this way
*
Mornings were bearable
Even after a nightmare
I'd get dressed and go greet
A family that didn't care
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Though every time, just for a moment
When I'm sitting at the breakfast table
My eye would catch dying flowers
In a vase that seemed perfectly stable
*
There was plenty of water
And sunlight filtered through
But the flowers would always die
There was nothing you could do
*
School was alright enough
I'd go to class and have lunch
I was surrounded by people
Even if they didn't notice me much
*
Though every time, just for a moment
When I'm sitting at the window in class
My eye would catch a nest of birds
Who all seemed so caged past the glass
*
There was plenty of places to go
Nothing in their way but air
But the birds would live and die here
Were they too ignorant to even care?
*
Home was mostly tolerable
I'd stay in my room all night
I'd live life through the stories I read
And think things were alright
*
Though every time, just for a moment
When I'm quietly sitting in bed
My eye would catch a face in the window
That reflection sure looked dead
*
I was alive and perfectly well
My body was healthy enough
Then why did I always feel like
Breathing was getting tough?
*
I was content
I was okay
I was fine with
Pretending every day
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YOU ARE READING
Put it on my Tombstone
Poetry"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not...
