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SickPosted on: November 3, 2009, at 08:03:25pm [ 2 comments] I close my eyes and prepare to die
I can no longer run, I can no longer hide
It won't make it any less real if I lie
So I close my eyes and prepare to die
I make my peace, get ready to go
I can not stop, can't make it slow
I'll have to make the journey alone
So I make my peace, get ready to go
I have breathed my last breath
I am not afraid of my own death
But pray for those whom I have left
As I have already breathed my last breath Little Red PillsPosted on: November 3, 2009, at 05:45:49pm [ 1 comment] She ran down the hallway, trying to ignore the laughs and stares.
Wishing for a friend, to help her through this scare.
But no one would help her, no one really cared.
And all she could think about was her bottle of little red pills.
She was home and the door was locked, she knew she was all alone.
Her mom and dad, they had lives, and never were at home
They just said, Dont answer the door, dont pick up the phone.
And all she could think about was her bottle of little red pills
She went to the bathroom and pulled it out to use
No one would have ever guessed what she was about to do
She wrote on the door “Mom and Dad, I really do love you.”
Then she opened and swallowed that bottle of little red pills
They found her on the bathroom floor,
Her eyes closed forever more
With tearful eyes, they read what she had written on the door,
And in her lifeless hand they saw the empty bottle of little red pills.  | lol i like your header xD |  | DSMLMD writes... at 8:02:36pm on 11/11/09 No, but my friend is sick. Because thinking about girlfriend. Your poem is good. |  | First person to post on your wall.
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