real life

June 4, 2008
By Hayley Ross, Saggaponack, NY


Don’t you know,
I started because of you.
O got mad and sad,
I lost control.

Will I lose control again,
Maybe or maybe not.
I try not to,
It is getting hard not to again.

Things were getting better,
Now they are getting hard again.
Always being threatened,
Always thinking of one.

Don’t you know,
Its easy to start again.
I don’t want to,
You aren’t helping.

Don’t want to lose control,
Don’t want to hurt myself.
Will you help me,
Will you all.

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