paper skin

ummbree

And maybe we write about these things

Turn these things into movies

and books to watch our own demons fall away

To watch them decay on their own

and die knowing that we exist in something outside of ourselves

To know that we aren’t the only ones suffering,

even if our characters die off

or their stories simply never continue

I know I’m not just broken bones

fixated to a broken heart

and a dead girl's fairytale

I made my own movies

from paper skin,

drugged up princess,

cardboard princes,

plastic smiles

and denial

and somehow,

I am still alive.

  • Author: ummbree (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2017 02:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: (small side note: my original account was "ummbre" so if you want to see more poems from me you can look there but, long story short: I can't log back into that account so. Here's a new beginning?)
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 33
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  • Louis Gibbs

    Amazing what we put ourselves through and still we live on, described so well in this poem, Ummbree. Welcome back to MPS!

    • ummbree

      Thank you so much!

    • Seek

      "...and die knowing that we exist in something outside of ourselves..." Absolutely; oh for the courage needed to acknowledge this!

      To know that we aren’t the only ones suffering, " True, even if we do not actually know fellow sufferers, we are certain in the knowledge of shared human experiences. Fantastic!

      • ummbree

        I'm glad you could relate to this poem and agree with some of the things I stated!



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