Nothing Will Ever Be The Same,
You're On the Floor,
Passed Out Just Like Yesterday,
Finishing Every Line Of Your precious Cocaine,
Can't You See That You're Hurting Me This Way?
Bruise Me Some More,
Then Use Your Needles To Stitch Me Back Up Again...
Everything Is Always The Same,
Half-Alive On The Floor,
With Nothing TO gain,
Do You Realize That I'm Bleeding Again?
Hit Me Some More,
Take Strength From My Pain,
Let All Of The Pieces BreakFrom The Frame,
Then Manage To Stitch Me Back Up Again..
Author notes
Hate the sin but love the sinner
A contest entry
- ~Abuse~And it's Effects~----I Hate the Games but Love the Player--- by Clinging-to-Life.
700 points, ended February 26, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Please enter in your author notes what I asked for. I will not be reading this until then.
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I've added the msg in AN.
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