S O M E T I M E S

by BrakishKitty

Alice rant poemesque like

S O M E T I M E S

an alice rant, or something along the lines of it. . . . . .

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S O M E T I M E S,

I lie, and say I'm F i n e when I'm really not.

S O M E T I M E S,

I'm as P L A S T I C as a doll.

S O M E T I M E S,

my heart stops beating and my S I C K N E S S becomesmy reality.

S O M E T I M E S,

I put on my P A P E R C R O W N and play P R E T E N D

S O M E T I M E S,

what is R E A L and whatis (who is) F A K E makes it hard to tell them apart.

S O M E T I M E S,

I am P E R F E C T

S O M E T I M E S,

when I wear my P A P E R C R O W N I pretend everyone is watching

S O M E T I M E S,

I get F R U S T R A T E D enough I beat my H A N D S against mycell blockwall until they T H E Y bleed.

S O M E T I M E S,

when the nurse isn't looking I C U T myself just to F E E L

S O M E T I M E S,

I wish IcouldL O V E you because I don't feelA N Y T HI N Gwhen I look at Y O U

S O M E T I M E S,

I'm afraid of Y O U

S O M E T I M E S,

sometimes I can't R E M E M B E R what I was L I K E before

S O M E T I M E S,

I don't want to R E M E M B E R

S O M E T I M E S,

I hide my P I L L S and keep them until L A T E R

S O M E T I M E S,

Your P R O B L E M S make me S I C K

S O M E T I M E S,

My P R O B L E M S make me S I C K

A N D O N L Y S O M E T I M E S,

Playing P R E T E N D isn't so F UN anymore.

O N L Y S O M E T I M E S

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