So, I felt like writing, [2]...
13 years & 8 months ago
22nd Mar 2011 19:26 She laughed and played,
hid in the charade.
Nothing was okay,
but did she tell me?
No.
Her skin was porcelain pale, finer than any doll's.
We thought it was from beauty, not from ignoring the addictive calls.
Her hair was thick and strong,
but not for long.
She was always my friend, someone you could count on,
but that didn't last either.
We fought her drug related battle, thinking we had won,
only to realize the war we had begun.
Nothing would stop her, she said.
She wanted to do something with her life, make herself something more, thinking she could accomplish that with illegal things galore.
Nothing could stop her,
she said,
as she lay in the hospital bed.
She wanted to be something more.
So, I felt like writing..
13 years, 8 months & 2 days ago
20th Mar 2011 18:10 I knew inside it wasn't me,
I knew somewhere, you see?
But did it stop the guilt, the obscenities?
No.
Never, did it stop the guilt from seizing me,
for it was me that she accused,
when I thought it was me that she abused.
Accusations were made, and debts were to be paid,
but they were not mine.
She left me without an apology,
only to put our friendship in the hands of monopoly.
Nothing mattered as much as it did now,
yet I couldn't bring myself to see how.
Accusations were made and debts were to be paid,
but they were not mine.
They were not mine.
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