The end

by Nikki   Jun 15, 2005


She was only 17,
she always blamed herself.
Her dad was an alcoholic,
her mom a drug addicted.

She never had time for herself,
there was always someone else.
And as time slowly passed,
she broke down.

Drugs were never appealing,
and alcohol was not simulating.
So she forced herself to get by,
in other ways but it was never enough.

She had an empty void,
no one could every feel.
She was in need of love,
no one could ever give.

Her best friend was her tears,
she always seemed to cry.
She never could amount,
to what they always dreamed.

Life was just so hard,
she could never win.
So she decided to give up,
and thats when she gave in.

Drugs became her enemy,
and alcohol her escape.
She hated what she had become,
even more then before.

Lying to herself,
She ccould't fight it anymore.
So she ended her life,
with one shot of a gun.

Don't know where this came from, but I hope you like it. Comment and vote

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