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Wasted

She wasted her nights away,
                  No longer sleeping.

    Sleep was the only way,
             She had,
                      to face the day

But she spent them,
                 Crying,
                        steamy hot

             Tears.

Because its all she knew how to do.


Here i would like to tell you a story about this girl.

About how she was strong,

Faced her fears,

Fought the monsters away.


. . .How she threw away the mirrors that laughed in her face,


I'd like to tell you she grew happily,

Spent her days Splashing in puddles,

and her nights stargazing.


But i cant tell that story.



because she learnt the real Meaning to painkillers.

And Vodka.

Now she wastes not only her days,

but her nights to,

sleeping into eternity.

Author notes

I'm all angsty and depressed today, and this poem is really just to vent that. So im sorry for hwo much it sucks
Written January 29th, 2005

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  • CaliforniaGril
    January 31, 2005
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    I didn't think it suxed at all. This is a very sad and emotional piece and if you are feeling depressed, email me and we can talk. I am a very good listner. I love this poem and keep penning away your thoughts cause it is a great way to let it all out.


  • GCsRiotGirl4120
    January 29, 2005
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    WOW this we a really good poem nice work