It's a poem about depression and how easy it is to "fall out the cliff".
Knowing she's swollowed her only friend
she takes to tears,
where's all the years?
Drifting away like it's all the same,
like it doesn't matter, that life's just a game.
The tears she wipes away,
no need to cry on this sunny day.
But emotions are cruel, they won't let her be,
fighting inside her to make her see,
that she's wasting time she's ment to live,
there's still so much for her to give.
Her bottle breaks as she throws it down,
the pieses reflects her face like a clown.
She's had enough,
done playing tuff...
She swollows some pills to ease her pain,
leaving life, no longer insane.
She dies with a smile on her face
she's longed for so long now for deaths embrace...
Poetry by Bowjonozz
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Written on 2005-08-23 at 15:31
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The bottle bottom girl
The bottle bottom meets her again...Knowing she's swollowed her only friend
she takes to tears,
where's all the years?
Drifting away like it's all the same,
like it doesn't matter, that life's just a game.
The tears she wipes away,
no need to cry on this sunny day.
But emotions are cruel, they won't let her be,
fighting inside her to make her see,
that she's wasting time she's ment to live,
there's still so much for her to give.
Her bottle breaks as she throws it down,
the pieses reflects her face like a clown.
She's had enough,
done playing tuff...
She swollows some pills to ease her pain,
leaving life, no longer insane.
She dies with a smile on her face
she's longed for so long now for deaths embrace...
Poetry by Bowjonozz
Read 911 times
Written on 2005-08-23 at 15:31
Tags Sadness
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