Bottle

March 8, 2012
By BlueJayne SILVER, Columbus, Ohio
BlueJayne SILVER, Columbus, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the amount of breathes we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."


Why are you doing this to me?
My heart is breaking.
It shaders into a million peices
You don't even care.
How can you do this to me?
Take all my dreams and wishes
Toss them to the ground like ther're nothing.
You tell me I'm foolish
You tell me I'm stupid
You call me a w****
Because I have a friend.
I thought you loved me.
You scream and shout.
Why are you saying these things?
Why do you assume?
I've been nothing but loyal to you.
Is it the bottle?
Have you gone and done it again?
I ask you,
You look at me with guilt in your eyes
Then I know
You've told me nothing but lies.
You said you would stop, you even pinky swore.
But now you're reason and broken promises.
All because of that stupid bottle!
I'm leaving now!
I've had enough!
I'm done letting you skrew up my life!
I'm walking out that door!
You scream and beg me not to go.
I look at you one last time
.....I hesitate.....
No, no more!
I walk out the door



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