skankypoodle

Once upon a time there was an old woman who managed her time by playing time management computer games...day in and day out...sitting in her closet beating the same games over and over again. Sometimes she would imagine if that were the only life, she would have. Mostly alone in a houseful of people...made her sad...other times she appreciated her alone time from certain individuals that is. Hopefully I have convinced her that she will be okay someday hopefully when she's not dead and burned. Because after all she is me.

BLOODY LIPS Trying not to talk to herself She bites her trembling lip Every urge to speak She puts more pressure on it. The more the pressure The less the pain Cause the least words spoken Is more for her brain? But how much silence Will drive her insane? As long as she's quiet No one will see her pain Besides Its all in her mind No pain, No gain A trickle of blood Comes from her lip And down her chin It rest below where Her heart should have been. Someday a happy place Is where she will be Biting her lip will no longer be Because someone besides herself Will be listening. Until that day She will sit in her closet A