March 9, 2015
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I was not magnificent.
I beat my body to a pulp.
Watch the blood register, black out highs
Lowest lows.
Faceless men between my legs.
Nameless people across telephone lines
I'm doing time
Painful stabs of the reality
Heroin arms that hold me tight
Day light that hurts my eyes
When food and art and breathing become unappetizing
the last back up falling through the cracks
working over time to make that next check huge
make it as big as I can so it can go right in
whisk me from this weary world
I don't want to see the skyline of 27 any more
I am content to kiss the earth goodbye
stab that needle in the ground
it beat me, like it beat my father
and his father
and I knew I was never anything special
I knew I wanted to be
I wished I could be
but I was passed the point of no return
I always said you'd find me in Oklahoma
working some sad waitress job
but I don't even want that any more
just take my name, my face
I'm finished now
underscore this sadness with a soundtrack
Pandora love and empty promises
let this hurt trickle out
let someone tell my story someday
and remember the girl with the beautiful heart
that could not pick up the pieces
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