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[it's two pages on word so it's long for me but compared to like Song of Myself by walt whitman or The Odyssey by homer- it's short!]
Title: Sister screaming "get away from me!" (c)
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Can you hear the sirens through the radio’s speakers?
Can you hear the stomp of your little sister’s sneakers?
Can you hear me running away, out the door?
Or does it not matter anymore?
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Trapped in an awkward silence
Separated by closed doors
With the knobs rubbed away
From slamming of internal wars
Red thread whispers down to your bed
Tying you to the failure of a sister
Biting a bullet, taking one for the team
Walking in her shoes, getting a blister
The bed with the fading purple cover
Where we sat, told me secret after secret
Where I found out your little lie
And how you trusted me to keep it
The bed with the sinking princess pillow
Where you screamed till your lungs went blue
For a second chance, for a better day
Where all your dreams would come true
And I watched the nights become one
Battle for us to hold it all together again
And I watched me grab for the scissors
To cut away what connected me to the pain
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Why couldn’t we hear the sound of desperation?
Why couldn’t we understand the crying frustration?
Why couldn’t you hear me screaming your name?
Or is our secret not the same?
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
We are under the same rustic roof
Still can’t believe it’s all down to this
Just a hallway apart, you got a
Solution, the nerve to say, “bye lil’ sis…”
I’m hiding in the bathroom with my
Sister screaming “get away from me!”
She’s down on her knees, through a keyhole
Holding answers, feelings flying free
Chemistry of another suicide
My sister had everything, everything
Where’s the ambulance, running
To catch up with that red string
They pull you away from me,
Mom grabs me into the car, FM station
Strumming the tune of a girl dying
Driving into the sun, concentration
In the eyes of your head
Resting on a white bed
Hospital room ahead
And you’re not dead
You smile because you’re alive
You smile because I kept it inside
“I only did it to see if someone cared enough
To stop me and I’m glad someone tried.”
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Is there anyone else just like the two of us?
Is there anyone out there we can trust?
Was my word not enough?
Or was it other stuff?
Throw away your keys, open the door
And let me into you heart
Tell me when your kettle’s boiling over
Don’t let these walls tear us apart
[note: my sister never commited suicide. this poem is kind of about two things that morphed into one. the first just being about hating to see my sister feeling sad or angry (i just wish she was always happy) and the feelings i felt when my close friend confessed she cuts herself.]
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Title: Sister screaming "get away from me!" (c)
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Can you hear the sirens through the radio’s speakers?
Can you hear the stomp of your little sister’s sneakers?
Can you hear me running away, out the door?
Or does it not matter anymore?
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Trapped in an awkward silence
Separated by closed doors
With the knobs rubbed away
From slamming of internal wars
Red thread whispers down to your bed
Tying you to the failure of a sister
Biting a bullet, taking one for the team
Walking in her shoes, getting a blister
The bed with the fading purple cover
Where we sat, told me secret after secret
Where I found out your little lie
And how you trusted me to keep it
The bed with the sinking princess pillow
Where you screamed till your lungs went blue
For a second chance, for a better day
Where all your dreams would come true
And I watched the nights become one
Battle for us to hold it all together again
And I watched me grab for the scissors
To cut away what connected me to the pain
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Why couldn’t we hear the sound of desperation?
Why couldn’t we understand the crying frustration?
Why couldn’t you hear me screaming your name?
Or is our secret not the same?
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
We are under the same rustic roof
Still can’t believe it’s all down to this
Just a hallway apart, you got a
Solution, the nerve to say, “bye lil’ sis…”
I’m hiding in the bathroom with my
Sister screaming “get away from me!”
She’s down on her knees, through a keyhole
Holding answers, feelings flying free
Chemistry of another suicide
My sister had everything, everything
Where’s the ambulance, running
To catch up with that red string
They pull you away from me,
Mom grabs me into the car, FM station
Strumming the tune of a girl dying
Driving into the sun, concentration
In the eyes of your head
Resting on a white bed
Hospital room ahead
And you’re not dead
You smile because you’re alive
You smile because I kept it inside
“I only did it to see if someone cared enough
To stop me and I’m glad someone tried.”
All of these rooms
And all of these walls
Is there anyone else just like the two of us?
Is there anyone out there we can trust?
Was my word not enough?
Or was it other stuff?
Throw away your keys, open the door
And let me into you heart
Tell me when your kettle’s boiling over
Don’t let these walls tear us apart
[note: my sister never commited suicide. this poem is kind of about two things that morphed into one. the first just being about hating to see my sister feeling sad or angry (i just wish she was always happy) and the feelings i felt when my close friend confessed she cuts herself.]
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thanks