Beautifully Strung
Strung out and beautiful
Kind of like my drug
Strung out and worthless
Now this is kind of fun
It's also kind of sad
Sort of like a song
One that has no end
Unless you pull the plug
Stop the screeching
In my ears
Erase the pain
Erase the tears
Stop the torture
Through my veins
Stop the violence
Stop the pain
I cannot take it
Anymore
I'm strung out-
I'm just a whore
To myself
Atleast I am
I sell my soul
With the needle
In my hand
I give my soul
Right to Satan
Then, laugh in pain-
Overtaken!
I laugh because
I cannot cry
I laugh outloud
But, want to die
Death consumes
Everyday
Death it does-
Pave the way
For my existance
For my life
All this pain
Like the sharpest knife
Piercing through
My wounded soul
My throat is gagged
As I pay the toll
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poem by Nicole Settimi
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