The Problems I Face -ON HOLD-

No Longer

If there was a place,

or even a way,

where I could just sit,

and cry all damn day.

I would go to that place,

Maybe stay for some years,

Chocking and drowning,

in all of my tears,

No names would be shot,

At my battered, cold heart,

And I wouldn't be shattered,

or broken apart,

I could live in a world,

Filled with smiles and joy,

and could pretend that you hadn't,

used me like a toy,

I searched for that place,

And found it in death,

And I found my sweet haven,

As I breathed my last breath,

No longer a slut.

No longer obese,

No longer ugly,

I'm finally at peace.

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