Wasted

She couldn't take it
Life was hard
Money was short
And family didn't get along
From left to right there was dirty secrets
That nobody knew
Everything was sacred
But they still tried to keep up
They tried to be a loving family
But there were to many secrets
Finally they gave up
Never tried to get along again
But she was trying
She didn't want to break apart
She thought if she tried harder
Everything would get better
So she took every responsibilty
She made the money
Sadly by stripping at night clubs
But she would always tell herself
That it was worth it
Bills were getting paid
Food was on the table
Her mother had money for alcohol
Her father had money for ciggerettes
And other things
Which he kept to himself
After years of losing her self respect and dignity
She quit
It got to hard
Everybody was demanding more money
More money than she had
There were more fights
More secrets
She finally lost it
And shot her family
Then herself
Death saved them
Their wasted lives
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Mature Feb 21st 2005
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DarkQueen Says:

Ooh must fave!

katiedevil Says:

awesome story!

Dmen666 Says:

wow that was good really good well worth reading

BelleNuitOeil Says:

wow...I think the reason this poem is so great is because you know it's had to happen somewhere, at some time. So sad, but very good...great job

xxlondongirlxx Says:

Wow i love this :!: reminds me of my family lol na o/j!It seems to me like this poem is personal? anywayz great job:!: