I Wish you Were my Family

Gosh! it feels like I am sticking a pin in my arm
or stapling my finger.
 Gosh, I don't know, which one is which
My heart stings into a piece of hard rock.
Gosh! I wish you were my family
Why were you born it to another family
leaving me with holes in my chest
I sit and put pennies in them so they
wont stay empty
covering my chest with foil after I am done.
The tape around it makes it stay
you know what a rainbow looks like
or a pack of red and blue M&Ms?
well I do!
Of coarse I do!
Well, what's your take on it?

The Hurting Brick

The first time,
The second time,
The third time,
The girl is full of blood,
Drowning in a tub of gulit.
Ashamed she stands there,
as she spreads the red paint
through her skin and body,
She feels like a broken strawberry
that has a heart like a clock,
ticking its way down to her spirt,
as she fills with pain of the things she
can not forget,
She is there when the brick hits again,
the first time
the second time
and the third time