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My comfort, My escape
Contributed by
jtkzlimz
on
Tuesday, 18th July 2006 @ 11:07:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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Scream, no one hears.
Cry, no one cares.
bleed no one sees.
I'm here you know,
I'm alive I exsist.
Of course you that
but you just don't care
you realize I'm there.
Your the one that hits me
You show your love to me
Love that I miss.
You hear me and tell me to shut up
You see blood but say I'm not hurt.
You comfort me when I'm down
but when I'm up and strong
Your not even around
I breath no knows
I hurt no one wonders why
I'm sick but they don't care
My comfort is the acohol
It's my friend that's always there
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jtkzlimz
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2006-07-18 23:07:13]
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Re: My comfort, My escape
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by Man_On_High on
Tuesday, 18th July 2006 @ 11:15:53 PM AEST
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Man... I'm feelin' you-
you need to get some help for that..
and until then, feel free to PM me anytime.. I've had the same problem - have had it for years now-
and not only that.. but MANY more.. (the consequent mental problems that come with addiction)
I feel ya.. I'm here for you..
Happiness can be had my friend... trust me on this-
just a PM away anytime~
Billy... Man On High |
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Re: My comfort, My escape
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by Kimmie_mac on
Tuesday, 18th July 2006 @ 11:27:44 PM AEST
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| I'm sure you have friends but the alcohol makes you blind to that because it wants to be your only friend. And in the end it will let you down hard. I hope that you can get over your "friendship" and find another way to cope which will not be easy. But you need to make poetry your friend as a was to release your feelings and thoughts that you are afraid to tell others. I have been around drinking all my life. My stepfather sister and brother and sees what it does. I know you are stronger than it. I wish you well and don't mean to lecture. I mean well I hope I didn't offend you. I just want to see you better. Your ypdc friend. Kim |
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Re: My comfort, My escape
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 19th July 2006 @ 01:17:30 AM AEST
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Sad but well written.
sounds like you're getting some friends and great advice here.
Keep writing.
luv, huggs, prayer,
emy |
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