|Cup of Pain
Author: All Alone With Her Thoughts PM
Pure angst. I was in that kind of mood when I wrote this...Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 102 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-27-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2339961
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Sip at that carton of juice
while I down my sup of pain.
Like in those movies, tears stream
down my face like pouring rain.
Smear that makeup all over yourself
so that they can't see the hurt.
Write scribbles of angst poem,
'cause you just feel like dirt.
So I'll throw myself off a bridge
and scream out loud so they can hear.
Chuck away all I ever wanted,
toss away all my fears.
And we'll run and run, never stop.
We'll never hear those lies again.
And we'll run and run, and never come back.