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Nick carter Aug 2018
It was time to sit up
In that forbidden naughty chair
Sat in the corner
In the cold
In the dark
Knock knock BANG at the door
Don't move a voice said from the other Side of the room
Again BANG BANG
Time passes slowly as it's gone silent
Not knowing
What's  next
Nick carter Mar 2017
Looks flash and it won't roll like the old one faking its way through circulation .
Shinny and new like its mk2 it will be still sounder than the old round pound.
Welcomed into 2017 the new sound pound.
  Mar 2017 Nick carter
Willow-Anne
She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave
Edit: (3/10/17) Oh my goodness! I haven't logged on in a couple of days and boy did I miss a lot!
I am doing my best to respond to all your messages and comments now! Sorry for the wait!
Thank you all so much for such an overwhelming amount of love and support <3 You guys are amazing
For those of you who struggle with addiction of any kind, hang in there, and I hope you all find the help and support you need <3
Best wishes to you all. And thank you again <3

Edit: (3/11/17)
Alrighty, so I just got a very long message that without going too into details accused me of poking fun at alcoholism with this poem. I would just like to be very clear that this poem was in no way inteaded to make fun of the illness that is alcoholism, and if it came off that way to anyone else, I am truely truely sorry. Words can not express that enough for I very much wished the opposite intent. Alcoholism (and addiction in general) is a very serious illness that I take very seriously. I sinceraly hope that anyone who is struggling with it gets the help they need and those of you who are in recovery, I am proud of you. Stay strong and continue to work towards it <3
Once again, my sincere apologies again to anyone who was offended.
Love to you all <3 - Willow-Anne
Nick carter May 2016
Box
Thinking  outside the box
Is being inside the box
And thinking  of what you have
to get out
Nick carter May 2016
waken
I awoken with a sound at the door
I shouted hello
Silent
Then creaking on the decking boards
Runs down the stairs
And peels back the curtains it's a
LOADING...............
Nick carter May 2016
Admiring is something we do When we see something ............ And we stare long enough only to maybe just notice something no one else did
Its the small things that matter
Sometimes little things go unnoticed  
And under appreciated
So we have to think BIG!!!!!
Nick carter May 2016
For the night
As I feel
I'm going to sleep tight
LOADING.............
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