Author: Deb RAWRS PM
I was once a Feeding Tube, To a girl who refused to survive on her own... But not anymore.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 257 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-17-06 - id: 2175352
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I've entangled myself in your problems
By tangoing into them on my own
And as I've been ripped apart by your sorrows,
It comes at my own expense.
I've only gotten weaker,
I've only gotten smaller,
I've shriveled up and died within
Your tangled, twisted web of lies
That sucked all the energy I once held dear.
I struggled for my freedom,
And the vines of your life wrapped around
My arms and legs, and as I
Flailed helplessly, you grabbed on tighter,
And the energy supply became lighter.
I've tried a thousand times
To cut the stupid vines
That holds me so close and so preciously
Next to your hating, beating heart.
You've drained me, my sweet,
But I'm no longer that weak little freshman
Who looked up to you and your web of apathy that
Just so finely bound a girl losing her mind.
And I'm almost just a whisper in the wind
Well, to you, anyways.
To everyone else, they can see my struggles,
For they are forever imprinted in the
Whisper of the wind
That brings them the news every morning.
You're no longer a cautionary tale, young miss,
For I've launched you into the stratosphere,
And you no longer have
Your feeding supply,
For I have shriveled up and are no use to you know,
So let me go, you succubus,
For I am no longer the feeding tube
To a little girl who refuses
To grow up and feed herself.