Voice

Voice

A Poem by prettybretty

We all told you not to give her the money.
But you just couldn't say no.
So I guess I find it kind of funny.
Even after you saw her in the casket.
You said she killed herself.
'Cause you've never understood.
That illness is not exactly a choice.
And you still love to call people "druggies".
In your disgusted, superior voice.

© 2015 prettybretty


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Added on October 8, 2015
Last Updated on October 8, 2015

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prettybretty
prettybretty

Lawrenceburg, TN



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Brett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..

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