Not. A. Thing.

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  • Emotional
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  • Pain
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  • Relationship
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  • Depressed
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  • Drugs
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  • Suicide

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    I'm not an addict. In fact, I never take medication. It's just.... an outlet.

    Not. A. Thing.

     Here it comes,
    checking out.

    You don't care,
    so I don't care.

    I bet my little bottle of pills care,
    at least about the pain they can not kill.

    So I reach under my bed,
    and I take a few.
    And I put them under my pillow so i can hear them rattle,
    reminding me there is hope in the darkness.

    But its not enough,
    I can't scrub away the death in your voice,

    So I take a few more,
    and a couple more to sooth the aching,
    and one more handful because i like the feeling of nothingness
    ...
    nothingness...

    Nothing

    Not a thing.
    ...
    Help me?
    please  

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    ImStillHere commented on Not. A. Thing.

    11-25-2010

    You are a very unique writer Brer. Your works entrap my soul and make it feel what you do... i do intend on reading the rest of your writes. Hopefully not all of them are so down, but sometimes the down ones are the best. :) Good luck. ~Audrey
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    ForeverPoet commented on Not. A. Thing.

    11-24-2010

    Brer~there is such an urgency in your writing. a cry out, that all of us have endured. even at the darkest of times, there is always, always, a light at the end. help comes in many forms. for some it is in the asking. for some it is in the verse. I look forward towards your brightest days. keep writing poet! It only gets better peace........................................................~forever~
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