Pills

And Paper Wings

By Vivi VanillePublished 7 years ago • 1 min read

Give Me More

I'm such a mess, I'm tired

so sick, so dead inside

My pills are out to get me

And there's nowhere left to hide

I turned into an angel

and flew from all my pain

But my wings were made of paper

and I fell down with the rain

surreal poetry

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Vivi Vanille

Been writing poetry since i was 11 about how sad I am (though I exaggerated a lot) and the teachers were like *Good job girl, A+" Meanwhile I'm writing about different ways to commit suicide. Best teachers rite dere.

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