Post by Je t'aime Steph on Oct 16, 2007 18:23:56 GMT -5
So, we have a health project on drugs and stuff. It didn't need to be a poem, but I thought I'd try it out. Actually, I think it's pretty horrible. 3 people said it's "great" but I don't think so lol. Feedback? <3
It's all downhill from here.
Let's just say you're not the happiest kid alive right now.
Your sister has just died,
And your brother is in the hospital.
He's also on the verge of death.
Your dad is a druggie,
And your mom is an alcoholic.
So what happens next?
You're not happy about it; and neither is your family.
Your parents take this all out on you.
They say you're a faliure to life. A mistake.
If you hadn't been born, maybe your sister...
She would still be alive. Maybe your brother, wouldn't be in the hospital.
How do you feel now?
Even worse, I'd bet.
Your best friend isn't talking to you anymore.
Your friend tells you to stop smoking.
You tell her that you're not doing it, but she won't believe you.
What's going on?
You're getting piled with homework, and it's your sisters birthday.
Once again, it's all your fault.
Your parents go out, and your left home alone.
You can't take it anymore.
You run into the bathroom and take out every pill you can find.
One by one, swallow by swallow. This isn't enough for you.
You don't feel anything yet. It'll kick in soon.
But obviously, not soon enough.
You run to the fridge. Take out a bottle of beer, and down it.
You have no idea what you're doing.
You start to feel dizzy, and start getting that high feeling you were looking for all along.
You still want more.
You said your fathers a druggie right?
You're not thinking about your death. You just want to be happy.
Some kid at school has offered you weed before, but you refused. Right now, that kid seems smart.
Little do you know.
You go into your fathers drawr and find a joint.
It's lit, and you're smoking it.
You think it's just weed. Or is it?
It's been dipped in PCP, and it looks like theres some cocaine in it too.
It looks like you're passed out on the floor.
Your parents step through the door.
They yell your name. No answer.
They go into your room; nothing.
They see the empty beer bottle and look through the house.
There you are, dead, on the floor of your parents room.
You're mother starts bawling tears, while your dad tries to wake you up.
But it's too late now. The deed has been done, and you're dead.
Well, they got their wish.
What if they never said what they did?
sseeeee? it's terrible right? gosh. if it was on paper id rip it up.
It's all downhill from here.
Let's just say you're not the happiest kid alive right now.
Your sister has just died,
And your brother is in the hospital.
He's also on the verge of death.
Your dad is a druggie,
And your mom is an alcoholic.
So what happens next?
You're not happy about it; and neither is your family.
Your parents take this all out on you.
They say you're a faliure to life. A mistake.
If you hadn't been born, maybe your sister...
She would still be alive. Maybe your brother, wouldn't be in the hospital.
How do you feel now?
Even worse, I'd bet.
Your best friend isn't talking to you anymore.
Your friend tells you to stop smoking.
You tell her that you're not doing it, but she won't believe you.
What's going on?
You're getting piled with homework, and it's your sisters birthday.
Once again, it's all your fault.
Your parents go out, and your left home alone.
You can't take it anymore.
You run into the bathroom and take out every pill you can find.
One by one, swallow by swallow. This isn't enough for you.
You don't feel anything yet. It'll kick in soon.
But obviously, not soon enough.
You run to the fridge. Take out a bottle of beer, and down it.
You have no idea what you're doing.
You start to feel dizzy, and start getting that high feeling you were looking for all along.
You still want more.
You said your fathers a druggie right?
You're not thinking about your death. You just want to be happy.
Some kid at school has offered you weed before, but you refused. Right now, that kid seems smart.
Little do you know.
You go into your fathers drawr and find a joint.
It's lit, and you're smoking it.
You think it's just weed. Or is it?
It's been dipped in PCP, and it looks like theres some cocaine in it too.
It looks like you're passed out on the floor.
Your parents step through the door.
They yell your name. No answer.
They go into your room; nothing.
They see the empty beer bottle and look through the house.
There you are, dead, on the floor of your parents room.
You're mother starts bawling tears, while your dad tries to wake you up.
But it's too late now. The deed has been done, and you're dead.
Well, they got their wish.
What if they never said what they did?
sseeeee? it's terrible right? gosh. if it was on paper id rip it up.
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