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When You Scream My Name

Four pills line the counter, cold and pasty blue Something pushed you, something scared you Life handed you a shovel, told you to dig deep With all your pills then lay yourself down to sleep I was screaming for you, I was crying for you If I wake up in the morning and don’t know what to do.. Fear makes me, am I running out of options Moving too fast forward, head on collisions They strapped me in a jacket, you’ve broken me Who would have thought this is the taste of insanity? Did they taste good on the way down I wonder? As the anesthetics took you under?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/17/2010 7:32:00 PM
there's always hope.. good poem..Take care~Deb
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Date: 10/17/2010 6:38:00 PM
Smile? ~ "Yes," suicide is a very sad sorrow within this world We live; many have regretfully tasted its amissful blades but, mercy shall find "Their Beautiful Souls" someday &, "Joy," shall reign within a once darkened place so, pass the word & hold tight unto, "The Paradise of Dreams, Hope, 'Love & Light!!!'" ~ Again, "My Love to 'You Always Dear, Precious Madison Thomer,' Forever," John!:) ~
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Date: 10/17/2010 4:04:00 PM
Wow! This is a scary situation. I hope it all turned out ok.
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