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[aid] => mick
[title] => Taken for Granted
[time] => 2012-09-19 17:11:43
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[bodytext] => Dreams and ambitions, all swept away Begging for anything, anyone, to stay If you listen you could have heard his cries But no one listens as the poor dies He had cracks that spread more and more But nobody would listen to this poor kids call And as he was pushed away, in societies eye He gave up, and he said goodbye Sick of being smashed, and ripped apart He was given no chance from the very start You could see him start to go under Grades and effort, he left the world to wonder Perhaps he could have made it, perhaps not But he gave up before he had a shot So strong for so long, Too long, it was so wrong Holding his own head above the tide Going under, and under, but pushing through with pride The pills the man gave, they worked so well They gave him the feelings he used to get, before he fell As he became immune, he doubled the strength To be rid of the depression, he would go to any length In the mellow light of a morning’s dawn In the first few rays of the lighting spawn A packet of pills is dropped as his hand falls It seems that he had enough, he let down his walls He convulses, and convulses, and convulses again Between each episode he would awake with a bang Screaming and vomiting, white fluid against his diminished soul Wishing for someone to end his misery in this hole The noises he made, unhuman to the ear They were unlike anything, they almost bring a tear To remember how haunted the boy sounded And to think of the demons that must have hounded He died there, laying in his own mess, A mess not unlike his life But he was peaceful now, Like someone had withdrew the knife But it’s those eyes that I still will never forget They were filled with such pain, and set with regret The suicide note lay forgotten on the floor Saying the words “I wish I had more I wish I had the chances you all throw away Maybe then I would be here to stay But I hear god’s footsteps leading to me And when he arrives I will not flee I will open up to him, for death is what I wish for And a chance to tell me story is all I hope for I know, by the morrow I will lay rotten But its these words I hope are never forgotten Always be thankful for what you have got Because when it comes down to it you have the lot You take for granted everything you own But what if all you had was on loan Think now, what you take for granted You don’t understand, when that person or thing is taken away You will cry and beg them to come back to stay But it may be too late, they may be gone And only then you will realise what you have done You didn’t realise all of what they did for you And now as you sit at my funeral, down the pew You cry, because you know it’s true Always be thankful for the things you find in life And forget about all the pain and strife I’ll be gone in mere seconds now, I have said my bit As I take the pills, and feel them hit” [comments] => 0 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 66 [informant] => damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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