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by i hate myself   Jun 15, 2006


I woke up,
on the floor,
in the day,
by the door,
i had a bruise on my head,
and a really big one,
on my leg,
i was out the night before,
and i drank a drink that i should of ignored,
how did i know that it would be laced with drugs,
and that i wouldn't remember the night before,
i don't think the guy even knew my name,
and i don't know of what my night became....

*make sure you know where your drink is....*

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  • 17 years ago

    by Roxy

    Wow! amazing work you have hear keep up the exelent writing (this poem had meaning in it)

  • 17 years ago

    by Nicole

    Beautiful work. says alot. without saying too much i can read between the lines i thinlk u have to continue ur life

  • 17 years ago

    by The Disturbed Poet

    Well written......thoughts sound broken but it makes the poem sound better.....