Life will imitate art

Taken more paracetomol than advised.
All washed down with the remnants of your leftover Wray and Nephews.
Rape and abortion put me here before, I remember standing in this spot not wanting to deal anymore.
Being unable to see clearly through the sickness.
Today as my heart broke you called me a liar.
2 young boys run past making an attempt to take what is mine and you laughed it off and verbalised venom back.
I am the insomniac without and appetite.
Slipping in and out of the black outs that your rejection forced upon me.
Stone cold heart, empty eyes and a mouth that spits rejection.
I sat across from you as you told me that my pain didn't affect the level of comfort you are content with.
You called me a liar.
You called me a liar.
A liar.
Replacing one incident for another, you called me a liar.
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
I want to hate you for that.
But the truth is, you broke me and pushed me over the edge.
You called me a Liar.


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