words leave my mouth
they drip out
the leak out
running down and out
like
rain drops
rolling off an umbrella
i want to pick them up
i want to give them to you
so that someday you might
understand me
and pity me
and give me attention
so i don't have to
always
always
be so lonely
with nothing
but my broken
ill-fated thoughts
and so that you
can give me something
to hold on to
to grasp
to cherish
so that i
might stay
in this world
a little bit
longer
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