Washing Machine Poem by Leighton J Rees

I have three personas
Four voices
Two laughs
One cry

I have a death wish and the antidote is to keep getting by

Pills, potions and a washing machine belly full of poison

Three perpetual loves
Six heart breaks
A bleeding wrist radiator
and a dove who upon his release will get eaten alive

Sliced down the middle
50/50 everything
love, hate
happy, sad
It's both good and bad
it cancels itself out

I feel pride, I feel shame
the guilt will cripple me
I can't boast about mistakes that could ruin lives

I sleep, I no longer dream
I am awake all the time
I know a little of nothing, i'm only here to survive