Dependancy: Can you help me with it?

We were left
wanting to scream,
shout, fight, bite back;
retorts stuck in our throats
like so many hanging carcasses.

Despite protests,
of what should have been,
(&& undoubtedly never will be,)
rusted vehicles still carried us
to places where dependence
on the once revolted
is all that keeps us sane.

Depending for dependances' sake
now, leaves little to the imaginations
of helpless adolescents.

Caring never was their strong point.

Author notes

Don't even ask.
How I wish my muse would come back...

A contest entry

Losing Your Best Friend by B.bdawn. 600 points, ended November 20, 2007, 14 entries
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B.bdawn
November 15, 2007

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"Caring never was their strong point." the truest line of them all.

"... and trust never was mine."

thank you for writing.
AshliiAsphyxiation
July 25, 2007
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talk about whoa

like.. this is brilliant doll

<3

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