I saw you take your last breath,
as you left with Death.
You had lost the fight,
and were gone within the night.
Everything has become a question,
and leaving a lasting obsession.
I wonder why,
as I begin to cry.
Why did you take the pills?
Was it suppose to be for a few thrills?
How did I not hear your scream,
or see your eyes had lost thier gleam?
I have to find someone to confide,
To tell them I have died inside.
No one will leave,
and let me greive.
I see now how much you lied,
and how you deceived.
Now you've taken your life,
Leaving me to deal with this strife.
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Strength From Pain
PoetryA collection of poems from a young girl's heart about her struggles and how she found out how strong she really is.