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Your Prayers...

March 5, 2011
By Cammie45874 SILVER, Ohio City, Ohio
Cammie45874 SILVER, Ohio City, Ohio
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I feel free from pain and the judgments of my peers
This high this buzz this daze
Whatever you want to call it
It’s my sweet escape

The words come out like vomit as I stumble to the floor
Hitting the floor is like awakeup call
It tells me I’ve gone too far
I feel death creeping over it all goes black.....

I wake 15 minutes later
Every thought passed through my head
where am I?
What happened?
Why do I do this to myself?

I look down at my hands
I'm shaking
I look at myself in a mirror
My eyes are burning red

I wanna scream
Wait, Stop, Listen!
No one ever cares
Drugs always listen
Guess I'll be in your prayers...


The author's comments:
Seeing my friends do drugs inspired me to write this poem

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leafy said...
on Apr. 1 2011 at 6:20 pm
leafy, City, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion. 
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it. 
Gil: You haven't even read it yet. 
Ernest Hemingway: If it's bad, I'll hate it. If it's good, then I'll be envious and hate it even more. You don't want the opinion of another writer. 

nice poem, and the flow was good for the most part. and you did a cool job on the imagery, keep up the good work!