2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month
#55
Death by Flashcard


I was like a white shirt
 
that got covered in mud.
 
No matter how I scrubbed,
 
the stain would only spread.
 
I went to darker places
 
to try to feel
comfortable--
 
to blend in.
 
Everyone there still saw 
the mud.
 
I would never be clean
on the outside.
 
So,
 
I drank bleach.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by Todd - 02-16-2015, 10:01 PM
RE: 2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by pinkalligator - 09-15-2016, 01:01 PM
RE: 2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by just mercedes - 02-17-2015, 07:32 AM
RE: 2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by just mercedes - 02-17-2015, 08:04 AM
RE: 2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by Todd - 02-25-2015, 07:25 AM
RE: 2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by just mercedes - 04-28-2016, 09:43 AM



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