Waiting

by Stephanie Stride   May 22, 2007


Madness is wide awake,
i can feel it quiver over me.
Like someone standing behind me,
and waiting for me to leave.

I am waiting while the sky splashes
onto my weak skin
laying beneath you
mother i am.

Dirt on the bottom
and rocks on the top
my tragic pale intuition
let my heart break apart.

Prescribe me a life
instead of the drugs.
Why can't my life be born
Broken body for everyone to judge.

Laugh at the unknown
stare with no care
judge me and free my soul from embarrassment.
Forget about the lost and continue with your awesomeness.

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