Drag your hands through broken glass Pull the chucnks out of your finger tips. Paint some pictures with your blood. Play the game eat the pain When you close your eyes in fear pry them open for fun Smell the fear eat the pain Play the game with your nightmare creatures Now your wide awake and bored Drinking and hiding, Hiding from you and every one else. So you can't see the pain on my face. I think the answers at the bottom of the bottle I'll drink my medication down wash away the bitter tatse Where do I take this pain of mine. I found when I was on the run. I run from my own dark past.
Reason for writing:
I just got out of the hospital in oct. And this is what I normally
write. It's how I feel it's what I am. If you can't wite you
can't relate. If you want to no more about me or read more of my poems
write to me at Jeremy Mitchell
PMB 116
505 32nd st #107
Bellingham Wa. 98225-6523
This is my P.O. box I check it evey week so write if you want to
after all I can't force you to.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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