Grief is my acetaminophen
It numbs me from the real pain
Decaying in a bed of roses
Lying in what's left of the rain
Lovely poppies laugh at my shame
As I stare at the crescent moon
Forgotten and left without a name
Whispering a mournful tune
It was never meant to be
Choking on the ashes
Of my burning words
At the mercy of my misery
Grief is my acetaminophen
It masks the face you would hate
Lying to any and everyone
About the poison that I taste













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I reject your reality and substitute my own - Adam - Mythbusters
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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I reject your reality and substitute my own - Adam - Mythbusters
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~I am a poet~
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
I've seen it happen. When people ask why someone is sad, sometimes they reference something other than what's really going on. I think people don't want to explain their feelings over again, but others understand another thing. I know a few people who say that they just have a headache when people ask them why they are sad, when really they are clinically depressed.
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