overdoseA Poem by cristyi had a friend who died and overdosed on oxyconeDark circles have formed You can't move a bone Stuttering becomes a habit You look like you're stoned I ask you was wrong You can't answer me
Your head is down You can't make a sound Your body keeps twitching And I keep thinking Should I tell?
I know something's wrong I know you're not right Because when I ask you again Your eyes roll to the back of your head
You're no longer that cool and funny kid I know I'm scared for you And there's nothing I can do Because now you're gone Because you over dosed on oxycone. © 2008 cristyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 15, 2008 Authorcristymilford, PAAbouthello my names is cristy. I started writing in 2007 when i was admitted to the hospital for bi-polar disorder. Writing for me is my way to let go and express myself. I also enjoy reading and drawing. .. more..Writing
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