Category : Poems

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I read your diary while you slept
I read your thoughts while your dreams crept
Slowly across your brain
So many scratches in ink
So many scars I didn't even think
You were trying to heal

Every page your tomb
Every word a eulogy
No such thing as too soon
You're such a fucking tragedy

If you're looking for cures
Medicate
Medicate
Medicate
But I can't be sure 
You'll feel anything again

Taking inventory of your skeletons
Their bones stacked neatly in boxes
Your closet has no room for the dead
And all the shit inside your head