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Latest Trend: Trauma!

Latest Trend: Trauma!

Ah, don´t wear my pain like a necklace
Don´t mistake wails for music
You´re all so innocently reckless
It just makes me sick!

With your “me”s and your “same”s
Playing dangerous games
No brain all guts
With cute tears and itty-bitty cuts
Shouting; “Latest trend: trauma!”
Thinking you´re safe from karma
As you spread the word like cancer
Not knowing the answer

Don´t look for beauty
In my choker, anxiously tightening
With every year
There´s nothing “cutesy”
About the mind growing all the more frightening
Or you haven´t felt that fear

Ah, how I´d wish it´d disappear
 

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Marion

Is this about the 'cult' of everyone thinking it 'cool' to have mental heath issues. Sadly, most of us do in my opinion. Life is an asylum x
 

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Sad Girl

Yes, that’s exactly right... It’s truly sad 

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Tony Taylor

WOW S.G.!!....this is such a powerful read/write!!......your metaphor of the 'choker' is absolutely BRILLIANT!!.....So VERY poetic.....and a truly effective warning that in the long run could be a threat to all of humanity!!.....:PINNED!!....one of my favorite S.G. poems.....well penned!!....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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Sad Girl

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it :)

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