Under Pressure

November 8, 2008
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In a coffin
I'm still (barely) breathing.
Under pressure
By your dreaming.
Dying softly
From the beatings.
Hearing (your) voices
'(I) made wrong choices''
Tiny pills resolve
Those (suicide) notions,
Heavy liquors are my
Crying softly every night,
Too scared to face
The morning's light.
Too face (your) ever constant fights.
I'm no good,
Just burn me alive.
Like firewood.

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Michaela S. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 29, 2009 at 1:14 am
n.i.c.e. LOVE IT!
psycholinzmeier said...
Mar. 28, 2009 at 11:52 pm
this is really deep and really good
amanda said...
Mar. 27, 2009 at 11:33 pm
wow this is really deep...i like it
baron said...
Mar. 26, 2009 at 11:18 pm
Dude that is heavy man. I like it this is just what I feel and you need to do that in writing to make the reader sypithise for you and how you are feeling. But I just went through this and still am. So read some of my stuff it might help. Great job. and Keep on keepen on. :) Don't stop writing.
project827 said...
Mar. 26, 2009 at 7:31 pm
that is some good stuff man. excellent.
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