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it's not over

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i swallow a pill. it is my eighth already.
my time is coming, i can just feel it.
no more school. no more friends.
no more dad beating up mom all the time.
no more hiding the scars and the tears.
no more hiding anything. no more pretending.
pretending was the worst. nothing hurts more.
no more chances. no more apologies.
no more goodbyes. no more tears.
no more smiles. no more laughter.
there’s no starting over.
because once you’re gone, you’re gone.
and there’s no coming back.
i put down the bottle.
i pick up the phone.
maybe...
maybe it’s not my time yet.
maybe i should take the chance
while i still have it.





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AnXearlyXending said...
Aug. 21, 2009 at 6:15 am
Very good poem, its really sad and you pertrayed the emotion well.
I hope this is not true =[
 
soccergurl20 said...
Aug. 20, 2009 at 9:23 pm
This is positivly amazing. i love it! you got a way with words. Great Job.
 
dreamer_believer said...
Aug. 20, 2009 at 6:50 pm
holy cow! whoa...what to say? it's dark and very intense, but it's sooo full of great, raw emotion. you did a great job capturing all of that. the ending gives us all hope and i like it a lot. i don't know how to express it...just to give you 5 STARS!! :) great job. check out my work and comment, i love the feedback.
 
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