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White

The color of your bedroom
The color at your funeral
Your room was white and is now colored in your blood
There's something in me that wants to forgive you
But the rest is filled with hate
How could you kill yourself when you know you had a family that loved you
A little girl that looked up to you wanted you to walk her down the aisle when she got married
A boy who wants you at his graduation
To teach him how to drive
Tell him how proud you are
And Me a niece
Who saw you as a dad not an Uncle
You told me you would get off
But of course people who are on Meth don't listen and don't care
I want to forgive you but how?
When you tore our family apart
White is not your bedroom color
White is not at your funeral





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CallMeFelix said...
Sept. 13, 2010 at 7:55 pm
I agree with Dreamer about agreeing with Lexie =)
 
Supernova7 said...
Jul. 30, 2010 at 8:05 pm
This was very strong It wasn't what I expected after reading the title. five stars
 
A.Dreamer said...
Jul. 30, 2010 at 7:35 pm
This is so meaningful! I agree with all Lexie said, I can feel the pain behind the words too. Great writing!
 
gotchalk This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 28, 2010 at 6:49 pm
This is so sad and emotional, I could feel the pain behind the words, I'm so sorry for your loss-you expressed this perfectly.
 
shineybaby_1994 replied...
Jul. 28, 2010 at 6:51 pm
haha thanks! =)
 
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