by Dee Devers

Created on: May 05, 2009

Desperation, an empty soul and cluttered mind.

A soul so lost, a feeling of being left behind.

My mind tries to speak, but the words do not come.

Dull the pain. Make me whole. Make me acceptable to all.

Opening the little brown bottle as they call out to me.

I am your friend, I have your soul, merge with me.

We can go to that happy place where there are no expectations.

I will be your friend. You need all I have to give.

Don't stop at one or two breath me in take all I have to offer.

Eternal peace,eternal damnation, Don't feel your pain.

Numb it, bury it, swallow your pain .

You have everything to lose and nothing to gain.

Fall on the floor, the bottle in your hand .

Your pulse faint and weak. Let them feel the pain.

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