write wicked words
composed in pain.
give every bit of
yourself over
and make it hurt.
tell them about
failed suicides,
lost loves,
the taste of the last drug
that nearly beat you
to death.
tell them what part of you
is just like the same part
of them.
turn over the dirt
and open up the grave
as wide as you can
so they get a good view
at the bones you uncover.
make the lies truthful
and tell the truth
as if it were the last lie left
to be told.
touch your face often
to feel for the lines
that guide your imagination,
remembering how far you have come.
let the words
lay on the page
like a lover,
like the beaten dead,
like the child of innocence
you used to be.
give them your everything
and someday
maybe
it'll all be worth it
when you're
gone.
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