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Homeless
You assume that you know me,
through vacant ties.
Unstable but faithful,
we lie in lye.
My life is but a metaphor,
For bloodletting and paramours.
You tell me that I'm drowning,
but I feel fine.
Your quotes from Matthew, Mark and Philippians,
make me want to drink again.
Sleep in silk and vomiting-
Promises to change rattle your spine.
My life's becoming more heavy than some
At the age of 21.
You tell me that I'm loved,
but I feel alone.
Screams that seep beneath the skin,
somehow sedates the pain within.
Cursing white knuckles,
and tame less cries.
Powerful Write New York
You are an elder at 21 - Lady A
:)
thank you so much