Suffering

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    Suffering

    I sit here alone in
    this world, nothing to do.
    Watch her suffered all the pain.

    When she smoke,
    she has lost her breath.

    When she drinks,
    she is not all there like her
    mind going away.

    When she is here, I feel
    alive but also knowing she is
    still alive inside.

    When she smiles, I can't get
    enough happiness.

    When she is sad, I am
    there trying to keep her
    happy and never sad.

    When she sleeps, she looks like
    she never slept in days. Just like
    seeing a baby sleep in peace.

    When she is gone doing
    whatever she desire. She is gone from
    my reach doing drugs and Alcohol.
    And she is never there beside me.

    I want to die before her and I will meet
    her in heaven gate.
    I want my best friend.
    The one who encourage me every
    minute I think of losing.

    This poem is made when I was in High school when one my friend who smokes when she was 13 and drinks. Every time she comes to school with a hangover and every time I ask her to stop but she never did. This poem shows how much passion I have in a friend and making friends.
    So this poem is for every friend and the new ones I'll meet.

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    KristyLoren commented on Suffering

    08-27-2009

    Caring and so unselfish, written with such beauty. Your friend is very lucky, I hope she knew that. Alcohol runs ramped in my small family and I hate every second of it. Your honesty is breathtaking. What a super write, it spoke to my heart. Keep writing beautiful young woman!!!

    Razor commented on Suffering

    05-21-2009

    very compasonit, moveing adn careing. it is in a way teaching a lesson to people that you must keep up with what your friends are doing. So that you can save them before its to late.

    baddreams

    06/03/2009

    thank you for the comment and I am trying to get them to stop drinking

    Chigger2069 commented on Suffering

    05-05-2009

    very good poem, honesty is great when it comes to friends

    star commented on Suffering

    05-05-2009

    I like this poem. It is very touching.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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