not really sure of a title, suggestions welcome, comments welcome. its just another day of reality i close my eyes to escape it the bright lights flash a million tiny colors push my fingers into my eyes it doesn't help now not anymore it seems the more i try to fix things they only get worse a million pins and needles stuck into my face i really dont mind just let the blood run down like tears, only sweeter fix me solve my problems heal my pain words ive heard a million times promised, but never done why do i keep expecting more but why do they keep asking me maybe im done maybe all of this was all i had to give?
i like the title..."forget being fixed" lol but thats my suggestion. i really like this poem...you know it hit a soft spot with me. im guessing you broke the writers block? oh and heywood...dont be so quick to judge people...just because they write something like this doesnt mean they want to kill themselves.
