Eh
Let these sixteen Advil shoot back
Into my throat
Where they can burn a hole
Just let me bleed
I don’t mind the pain
I think it’s rather quite funny
But you don’t think it’s funny
I can’t just put them back
I enjoy the pain
After it’s gone past my throat
Only the insides will bleed
And I can carve myself a hole
These pills can’t make me whole
I don’t know anymore if it’s funny
I hope that I won’t really bleed
I wish I could take what I said back
But too late, the words are stuck in your throat
I think I caused you pain
I leaned against the window pane
I wanted to create a hole
Where my face was, put the glass in my throat
No one thinks it’s funny
I can’t take it back
Just let me bleed
The colors I bled
I don’t feel the pain
I will not go back
In my heart there’s a hole
Where you once were, and it’s not funny
Just let me slit my throat
In the bottom of my throat
Are apologies long overdue, bleeding
No longer is it funny
They hold all my pain
In their own quiet hole
They want me to give it back
I can’t take it back from the bottom of my throat
Or else I’ll leave a hole to bleed from
I enjoy the pain too much to think it’s funny
Yeah, sestina again~ That's my favorite format of poetry. Did a lot of it for writer's workshop earlier this school year. And, obviously, I still do it. I just don't have the format memorized yet. I have some of the generals memorized, though. Whatevs.
And I've been listening to music since I came upstairs, and I have apparently listened to 43 songs straight through. I don't remember skipping any. I have no life.
Leftover Chinese time. Bye~
Into my throat
Where they can burn a hole
Just let me bleed
I don’t mind the pain
I think it’s rather quite funny
But you don’t think it’s funny
I can’t just put them back
I enjoy the pain
After it’s gone past my throat
Only the insides will bleed
And I can carve myself a hole
These pills can’t make me whole
I don’t know anymore if it’s funny
I hope that I won’t really bleed
I wish I could take what I said back
But too late, the words are stuck in your throat
I think I caused you pain
I leaned against the window pane
I wanted to create a hole
Where my face was, put the glass in my throat
No one thinks it’s funny
I can’t take it back
Just let me bleed
The colors I bled
I don’t feel the pain
I will not go back
In my heart there’s a hole
Where you once were, and it’s not funny
Just let me slit my throat
In the bottom of my throat
Are apologies long overdue, bleeding
No longer is it funny
They hold all my pain
In their own quiet hole
They want me to give it back
I can’t take it back from the bottom of my throat
Or else I’ll leave a hole to bleed from
I enjoy the pain too much to think it’s funny
Yeah, sestina again~ That's my favorite format of poetry. Did a lot of it for writer's workshop earlier this school year. And, obviously, I still do it. I just don't have the format memorized yet. I have some of the generals memorized, though. Whatevs.
And I've been listening to music since I came upstairs, and I have apparently listened to 43 songs straight through. I don't remember skipping any. I have no life.
Leftover Chinese time. Bye~