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Misery May
My broken pieces slowly shatter,
I feel so numb nothing matters.
The covers are my refuge, my escape.
Wounds so deep, fuck medical tape.
I've seen so many pretty faces wash away,
Lost like receipts for useless shit that I pay.
Expired milk curdled and out of date,
My insides churn with warranted hate.
This vileness boils like macaroni water,
Grimaced face, feelings slaughtered.
Misery May is my very best friend,
I wash it down with a shot of crown again.
Self pity is a tool of one's self destruction,
Don't fall into Misery May's seduction..
© Brittany Pottmeyer