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Nothing Of Me Is Mine
Palms in the sand
Cut my hand, dear crab
I beg you please
Because pain is so evolving
Paint my face like a clown
Trace a tear down my cheek
But make it translucent
Because nobody can see
Cover my ears with headphones
Let it replay on repeat
The lies people speak
So I know what I get myself into
Cut off my breasts
Chunks of my hands and arms
Fingertips bleeding to the bone
Let the blood pour out my mouth
To paint a picture of what was
Done to an innocent girl like I
Nothing of me is mine
Nothing of me is mine
Let my soul be seen in my eyes
So people can see whats left in my
Body that people tear to pieces
With no reasons
With strong simplicities
Called words
Letters combine to strings
Connected to my intestines
Let the sentences squeeze and squeeze
The fluid out of my veins
And the bones break easy like shale
Watch my eyelashes grow brittle
And fall off as my porcelain shell decays
And when the last one falls
A spider will crawl on my face
Beginning it's life inside of my carcass
Webs will be woven
And in the right like
It will shine a bright silver
And though I may appear deceased
There is life inside of me
Pale is my skin a slack
And my mouth can no longer grin
I cannot export a laugh
But surprisingly come what may
For all the pain is taken from me
A burden lifted from my corpse
Oh it's wonderful of course
My hair is laid like a bed
Which a family of mice have taken liking
And they create a world
In which I no longer have to give
I can still be in peace
And life can simply take its toll
And I can be without a care
Sharing banquet with angels
I can feast and forever
Be so comforted in eternal bliss
So come what may
Let roses grow around my grave
Let life take whats left of me
Because I am finally home
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Everybody grieves something in their life, whether that be a person, a pet, a memory, a lost item, or even pieces of yourself. There is a beauty in being lost, or have loss. I hope I have shown you a bit of beauty in the loss, in death.