October 26, 2011
By Julie Coutelle BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
Julie Coutelle BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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When it hits her lips,

Its like a poison that changes her name

To someone I don’t even know

Like a brick wall, you just cannot bust through.

When friends,

I can tell her things

That nobody knows.

But, when that alcohol hits her body again,

It gets used against me

Like a sword in my back.

It pulses, and throbs.

I cannot handle it.

The wall keeps building taller and taller,

The wall of pain

That makes me leave

For days

To not deal with her,

Alcoholic breath

The words,

Cut deep into me

Scarring me for life.

Ruining the friendship we had,

Changing over years

Withering away to nothing,

It hurts.

Someday I wish

For our friendship back

But I feel like its going to take time,

A lot of time.

To build that trust

we used to have

That is now taken away

From all the pain,

Swords in my back

From the water that


From head to toe.

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