Date: Monday, June 3, 1996  8:02pm                              Forum: Poetry
From: PlAsTiC GiRl                                               Msg#: 632282
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It's stuck to the top,
of my mouth,
and The taste is burning through my skull,
it tickles my throught,
as the vapours slither down,
posining me.

Betraid by the sun,
who said he would shine,
befriended by the moon,
who said he was mine.

Who took away my stars,
that lit up my hole,
the rain drops are falling,
deep into my soul.

a room filled with strangers,
the air hot and dry,
where did my water dissapear to,
and what are all these starnge lights,
that they shine into my eyes,
while they tell me to sleep.

They said I did something,
what was it again?
I cant remeber it now,
or even the things fiveminutes past,
All i know is that,
im not suppost to be hear,
I'm far from home,
And I hate who put me hear.

If only i could open,
my memory for a while,
to remeber what happened,
and why my head hurts,
the pills they keep shoving,
down my throught,
are chocking me,
and is it just me,
or are they all laughing at me?

I pull the sheets over my head,
and pretend not to hear,
the words of the one they call 'doctor',
about the fear of the girl,
that cannot accept,
the sentence she has to bear.
  -AC