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Nov 2013
She was soft-spoken
With a heavy heart,
I could see in her eyes
That she had been through hell and back,
And lord only knows what those eyes had seen.

Daddy was never home,
Momma never called,
And although she had a few friends that always stayed true,
She still managed to feel alone.
She wanted something more; acceptance and love.
But when she finally worked up the courage to say hello to the popular cliques.
They just put her to shame,
Made her feel worthless,
As If no one knew her name.

And one night when she returned home after another long day.
She closed her bedroom door,
And turned off the lights.
She knew what had to be done,
As she waved a white flag for a battle the world had won.

With the tilt of a pill bottle,
Emptying it all,
She finally felt okay.
She finished writing her good-byes with tears of joy falling from her face,
She was so content that she could finally leave her personal hell.

So she crossed her T's, dotted her I's, and left no stone unturned,
And as she dreamed, and hoped, and yearned.
An eternity of rest and desires impatiently waited for her.

She left on her desk, a note for her friends,
She needed to make sure they knew they weren't at fault.
She assured each of them that their presence was appreciated and adored.
And that all the sleepless nights they spent together, trying to make everything all right, didn't go in vain.

Along with a message to her mom and dad,
Apologizing for all of her wrong doings and explaining why she felt responsible as to why their relationship never worked.

She didn't want to guilt trip them or target any blame,
She just needed for them to know that things had gone and changed.

She expressed her love for the both of them,
With a passion that burned like an open flame,
At last, she apologized one more time,
Before she turned her back on all the words that she once said.

Shortly after she put her things away and made her bed,
She started feeling the side-effects.
She resumed to lay down for the final time,
With a look of contentment in her eyes.
She felt like the world wanted her dead,
And her only way out was to accept the end.
It's something different, I'm trying new things.
Andrew Durst
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Andrew Durst  Tarentum, PA.
(Tarentum, PA.)   
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