take pills when angryA Poem by Jay Bailey slurred speech
medication numb
and faithless bitter to the core from experience and living it drag the knife from the wrist to the elbow i swear i don't feel a thing i burn the wound closed but bits of flesh keep breaking open i laugh at the looks i get annoyed at the plasma and puss that keeps running like a dripping faucet give me an hour to get myself together © 2016 Jay Bailey |
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Jay BaileySyracuse, NYAbouti tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..Writing
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