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| Second Chance (Not A True Story Just A Poem)
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Locked up in life no where to run u cut up ur wrist and think what have i done,
The scars that you cover show a life of mistakes you think how do i get help what will it take,
Lifting up your head to swallow the pills maybe this is what it will take to help you deal,
Than you realize after the deeds already been done that this can't be happening it can't be undone,
You stumble to the ground gasping for air crying out plz help me is anyone there,
You fade into the darkness and can't see the light you want to make it u try with all ur might,
your mother is crying ur fathers full of dread ur sister screams out u coulda been dead,
someone comes in and asks a lot of questions as u slowly weep out ur deadly confession,
u said it wasnt planned but u didnt kno what else to do u were just sitting there and u got so blue,
u picked up the bottle and opened the lid and thought if i take this than ill be dead,
one after one u swallowed them quick hoping that they would make u quite sick,
when u wake up in tears and in pain u think to urself am i going insane,
ur arms are bandaged up ur stomachs been pumped,
next time u think i wont do this to myself ill kno that i can turn to my friends for help,
the months in recovery really helped me change now i dont think everythings so strange,
looking back now on all that has happened i learned that my mistakes were just a misgiven,
now that my life has turned out quite great i learned that getting help was almost to late,
just killing myself and giving up all that i have.
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Posted by scorpio1989 on 2008-03-20 18:38:43 | Rating: | Views: 50
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