Teen Poetry #8 |
Dead Wrong |
shattered-smiles Member
since 2008-01-20
Posts 247inside the shadows |
-----Hey guys, this is kind of about my mom but tell me what you think or what you think I should change.Thanx.----- Dried tears sting your eyes as you awake from your dreamless sleep. Memories flash through your head from the very night before. Things you had said, things you had done; all the while wondering just what you had become. Slowly, slowly the seconds ticked by; each movement bringing a new reality. Suddenly deciding that you can’t live this life anymore, you pick up the bottle in hopes to wash it all away. To be back to that dreamless sleep, where nothing is wrong, and nothing is right. In both your hands, the bottle had a solid grip on your mind. Taunting you with its taste, taunting you with its promise to bring you happiness. You thought you were at rock bottom you thought that things would get better. But really, you’re just too afraid to try. With the last of your strength, you crawl back to bed. Hiding your face underneath the covers, you try to shield the pain away. Maybe somehow, you could stop it from entering your inner being. Nothing lasts forever, even these thoughts of recovering. Nothing will ever be right again. Not you, not your friends, not your life The very first drink you took, you never thought it would consume your life. You thought of it as harmless, just a little bit of fun. Now you see you were wrong Dead. Wrong. So cut me into pieces and tape me into something beautiful... |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
This is sad Tori. I hope things go well with your mom. She's not that bad of a women i bet.. undernieth it all i bet she really does care and love you.. but who am i to sa ythat.. idon't even know her.. but anyway.. Great poem.. Once again Hope things get better ~Zach~ |
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Bahigano Junior Member
since 2008-05-13
Posts 31Nebraska |
Hey, if that poem is about your mom our mom's are pretty similar. except my mom stopped drinking for the most part. because she is prego again i hope that things get better. i feel you thou i always thought and i still have my days when i think my mom don't care because she is always talking about my sister. and she feels bad for my sister. sorry my life story. i really hope things get better and i know you don't know me but i love to chit chat so. that might be why some of my notes are so long hope to hear more from you soon because i can tell this poem came from your heart and that's where the best poems come from. always Lea |
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