This is a poem my sister wrote. She wanted me to put it up to see what you guys think. So please vote and or comment. It would be much appreciated.
Fear masked by pain,
no difference I suffer all the same.
Temporal relations non-existent,
but who's to blame.
At a loss for words, don't know what to say,
Too tired to care, wouldn't matter anyway.
Acquisition of guilt, extinction of pain,
I'm losing my grip, on the road to insane.
Reinforce my response, tell me what I want to hear,
lie to me again so it's perfectly clear.
Suppress the urge to confess how you really feel,
it's easier this way, but not any less real.
Vertebral elements like structural parting gifts,
cyanide suicide,
remnants still on your lips.
I'm dying inside, it's you I blame,
for these thoughts I have fill me with shame.
I'm getting out this time, leaving you behind,
vanquish all things left to remind
me of you and time we spent,
blocked out your taste, your touch, your scent.
