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Contributed by CaddishCut on Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 04:38:02 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



I woke up this morning, a little passed 6 last night.
I just drink it all away, right after we fight.
I get drunk everytime you break my heart
So I am now an alcoholic 'cause you break it all the time.
You get off everytime that you're not with me
So you're never with me 'cause you're always getting off.

I went to bed last night, a little passed 10 tomorrow.
You just fill my whole life with tears and sorrow.
I cry everytime you break my heart
So I am now a weaper beaten by you, the reaper, 'cause you hit me all the time.

The bruises on my body are sure abuse from you.
The slits on my wrists are pure abuse from me.
The bruises black and blue and swelling.
The slits red and still bleeding.
The alcohol stimulating my brain.




Copyright © CaddishCut ... [ 2004-08-12 16:38:02]
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Re: Help (User Rating: 1 )
by kidpoet_213 on Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 05:25:38 PM AEST
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This person defintely needs help!!! The poem reminds me of one I wrote... "Her Own Private Living Hell"...
This is a well written poem good emotion expressed here... keep writing...
~Donna~


Re: Help (User Rating: 1 )
by Katie2008 on Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 11:13:42 AM AEST
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Wow, this poem is very sad. She needs to do everything she can to try and get out. If the person you wrote about is you, run to a relative or a friend or a police, someone who can help you! Best of luck!!!
Katie




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