I lied

Working her butt
Off all day, She's tried
To tell me, She'e cut
She's tried and cried

I'm sorry I
Wasn't there to
Keep you from getting high.
I'm sorry for the things I let you do

I lied to you
I lied to myself. I thought
There was something I could do
But it turns out I taught
You to keep to yourself

It's not good for you
It's not good to hide
What you need to do
Is go outside

Go outside, see the world
Take in the color and beauty
Take in all the warmth
Don't let anyone stop you

I'm sorry I lied
I'm sorry you cried
I'm sorry I'm to late, and
I'm sorry you died.



Poetry by Tabitha Campbell
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Written on 2011-06-21 at 01:02

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Jalaj Soni
could have been a little longer but good, nonetheless
2011-08-27