stigma of abuse
victim of disuse
what's the fucking use...
when
my god, my savior
charles xavier
saw right through, he laughed and paid her
touched my mind, thought what a dive
...but somehow...
make me feel alive
make me wish that i could hide
pull my eyes, my heart, my lies
but life is gone
the show moves on
the garbage left, the prizes won
i am absent, missing,
sputter-cough, choking, kissing
hoping that you'll miss me...
could you, should you miss me?
or am i
omitted for room
...i'm left out like that last bit of milk in the jug
and you've thrown me in the garbage, laughing, smug...
these scattered words can't make this truth
this stigma of abuse
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BTW, thanks zil, I really like playing the poetry game with you, *funness*
