Am I a slicer?
One of those to cut
Their wrists
Am I one of them now?
Just because I got scars
On my palms
I thought I was different
And never would end up
Like them
My pain was different
I did it out of other reasons
But needles or scissors,
It's all the same
They all leave marks on me
The same
And so I am a slicer,
I guess
In the supermarket queue
My VISA won't go through
There's no money left on it
And I'd only picked things
I really needed
In my car is the bag of beers
That I forgot there last night
And all of it froze and the bottles popped
And my car now smells of day old party
I call for a friendly voice
And I'm told that I'm stupid,
On the other end of the line
Maybe I am stupid
Maybe I shouldn't expect things
To ever get any better
And it's hopeless now
And I'll give those needles a good boil
So that at least my scars won't be infected
Maybe it would be better if they were
no it wouldn´t be any better! so please boil them if you have to use them.
ReplyDeletebut I´m not the one to tell you to stop. I´m almost as bad.
aaaand hey! I finally translated what I promised so go and check it! ;)
I've seen wayy better poems from you, I gotta say. This was okay. Sorry :-|
ReplyDeleteBlog Layout. Amazing. How? :-|
Ohhhhh! Rocco, is it on your site?
ReplyDeleteAnd beavs, well yes. I needed to get it out of me and so it was definitely not a masterpiece. Sometimes I just need to write the thoughts out of my head and then I don't really care how it sounds or looks like. But nonetheless it's a peek inside little Clementine's mind ;)
Alev helped me with the background and we added it through HTML. That was how I got rid of the annoying borders as well. The rest is just color scheme!
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