April 22, 2003

~Expiration Date~

Expiration date,
I’m past due.
Should’ve died some years ago,
I guess I never knew.
Acid tears in my eyes,
My face melts away.
I’m confused, fat, and ugly,
And it just gets worse everyday.
Never perfect or good enough.
Never acceptable to society.
Not a thin large breasted girl,
I guess I’m only me.
Icy hands with frozen touch,
My body must know that I’m dead.
All the bruises, scars, and cuts,
I must’ve over bled.
A pale vampyre flesh,
Drained and lifeless eyes,
I wonder if this is how it feels,
Whenever someone dies.
So I draw in my final breath,
Lose all love and cling to hate,
Then I slide further away.
Expiration Date.