May 7, 2011
You tell em the news
The bad news
Well, it's bad for me
but not for you
My stomach drops
to all new lows
It's at the bottom
of Mariana's trench
I'm shocked
I'm numb
I've lost every single ounce of my strength
I don't want to
But it's not my choice
I guess I'm not allowed
to make decisions anymore

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Megan.J.B said...
Jul. 27, 2011 at 6:40 pm
this is really good! The only linve I felt a bit awkward is the following: "It's at the bottom/of Mariana's trench" Perhaps that's just me but it didn't sounds as nice as the rest of the poem. Other than that one line I really liked it. :)
.Izzy. said...
Jul. 18, 2011 at 1:22 pm
This is amazing. Another piece of yours I've enjoyed(:
.Izzy. said...
Jul. 18, 2011 at 1:21 pm
This is amazing. I have no criticism. Yet another piece of yours I have enjoyed very much(:
CarrieAnn13 said...
Jul. 17, 2011 at 9:53 pm
This is beautiful!  You write really emotional pieces. :)
Delictious said...
Jul. 17, 2011 at 7:55 pm
I liked the well, it's bad for me, but not for you. It's that sort of thing that makes your writing really clever, it's so... Personal? Bahahaha
hanging_girl_666 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 17, 2011 at 6:43 pm
It took a turn, but other than that really good. :)
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