(1) Memory Eraser

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A cry for help, a blackened tear

A worried friend, facing fears

Innocence so rudely rushed

A broken heart, alone and crushed

 

A time for peace, but she’s at war

Can’t help it, but she feels alone

 

One on one, she fights herself

The fights not over ‘til one finds death

The cracks grow wider as she falls through

Everyone is useless, there is nothing left to do

 

Pray and hope that she’s alright

Only love should win this fight

Hate is bigger and stronger though

She is her selves own worst foe

 

It’s not her fault she tried so hard

Succumbed to the blade, arm left scarred

Worried friends on her left and her right

The pain grows worse during the night

 

Deeper and deeper and deeper she falls

She hits the bottom and begins to crawl

She sees the light and finds the end

Never will she have to fight the battle of loneliness again

Jacqueline

            My head fell back hitting the bathroom wall with a thud. I loved the feeling that came over me as an after effect. It was my own personal high. I exhaled loudly, my eyes still closed; reveling in the light headed feeling.

            Even though I was emancipated at fifteen, and had been living on my own ever since, my routine had never wavered. Although it was the one thing I looked forward to most days, it was also something I was ashamed of.

            I knew if I ever wanted to give myself fully to someone they would be entitled to know. That’s why I kept everyone at an arm’s length away.

            Parker Grant was the only other human being on this earth I had trusted enough to contemplate telling…but after he chose Madalynne, I saw no reason.

            My entire life I had never felt worthy of love, yet found myself seeking it out due to my father’s absence in my life and my drug addicted mother.

            When I was seven years old my teacher Mrs. Edelson called Child Protective Services on my mother. She had forgotten to pick me up after school. I’m not talking late, I’m talking full on no call, no show. Who forgets to pick up their own child?

            My father dipped out not too long after that; it all becoming too much for him. I heard from one of my mother’s rants that he ended up somewhere in Mexico.

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