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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Theres this knawing in my tummy A burning in my ear I feel your presence next to me Yet you are hardly here I'm not sure when it happened but now it's crystal clear Though your body's in the room Youre vacant. --Insincere I wonder- was it worth it? To throw it all away? All the things you squandered to keep the pain at bay All the things you had to pawn just to get you through your day Traded growth for comfort Traded gold for hay And I don't think you'll ever realize the person you used to be Now on a quest with no direction In drunken ecstasy These thoughts so sick and twisted They make me want to flee Spinning round in circles A pirate lost at sea I wish that you could see it the way I clearly do Suddenly I wonder Who am I talking to? Look around one last time There's no one here. It's true. And that is when reality finally does come through I see it there in front of me A reflection in a mirror I know it now for certain Death is creeping nearer I poor myself another drink I hold my poison dearer Then anything I've ever held Reality becomes much clearer I know I'll never break away from this cage I built It's destiny to end it here There's nothing left but guilt So I gently shut my eyes And pray I'll quickly wilt I look for one last sign of comfort Grab tight to my quilt The one my mother gave to me on her final day on earth She died too from the bottle Pitiful, without self worth I set a lonely fire with a lonely match I watch it slowly flicker as I lay by the hearth There was never once a chance for me Doomed from the day of birth
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