IM OK (NO TRUTH)

by Tamila Bob   Sep 27, 2003


She is full of pain
finger nails painted black
to match her soul

She is full of anger
her wrist driping red
to match her twisted past

She is full of hate
lips are colored black
to match her heart

She is full of shame
black cloth covers her body
to match her feelings

SHE HAS DEATH
IT NEVER LEAVES
SHE KNOWS IT'S THERE
SHE CAN SMELL IT
IT MAKES HER SICK

comment if you care
this is my life

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