Staple Gunned Sanity

*Explosion*


She crawled out
From underneath, 
And began 
picking up the remaining 
Shreds of what remained.

She now
began to staple 
gun all the 
Tiny pieces together,
She had really blown it 

this time,

She had definitely 
Irrevocably lost countless pieces...  

But this she 
Thought need not have mattered...


Before her stood two prospects,
Neither of which were destined
For her,
For hers was a far less favorable
Fortune.


Have you ever lived a life of false hope?
She had,


Have you ever believed that being good would be enough?
She had,


Have you ever thought life was a test, and patience will improve matters?
She had,


Have you ever been called so many names, cursed so many times, that you still thought there was hope for you?
She had,


Have you ever felt suicide was for the weak minded?
She did... 


And so instead,
She ripped open the already tender
Area of her chest,
Pulling the source of all pain out.

From where 
hope fluttered
positive thoughts radiated
feelings flickered
melancholy melodied..


She then 
Plucked a TNT 
Dynamite from her new friend Coyote
And jammed it into the organ,

*Explosion*


The deformed,
Stapled with
Thousands of staples
Was placed back in,
And continued the only
Purpose 
it could now fathom
carrying out.

Meanwhile,
She had performed surgery on herself
And survives to hide the tale!