Friday, February 15, 2013

Poetry


Hannah woke up on a Wednesday morning.
  She craved something, 
anything,
to end to her physical suffering. 
She searched for drugs,
found some,
injected herself with a used syringe.
While lying on the floor,
thoughts ran through her head,
how had she gotten to this place?
her life was over.




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