� Jamie M. All rights reserved.

Quit blamin God for your pathetic creation.
Your'e wasted, here's another bottle, pop the top and chase it.
Losing touch with the bases, always puttin on faces to amaze us with.
Your pain is sick, self asphyxiate just to relate, it's not the same as a blade.
Hide yourself in the shade, self loathing hate, better to walk away.
Your rhymes are distorted, here's another line, now snort it.
When your dead I'll be there, saying "I'm glad you're doing well."
Open up the door and welcome you to hell.

� Jamie M. All rights reserved.

you have such beautiful words.
. your writing makes me think of a deer.... being devoured by wolves.
. it's just beautiful to watch

Jamie,

Deep! Very deep.

tommo / Ireland

Awww...Raw.. I would offer you a tissue.... but I have issues when it comes to my Kleenex box..
.... but I have a handmade silk hankie I can let you borrow..ok..
... now dry those beautiful eyes of yours.... remember never let them see you cry ..... sweetheart..
. and I say sweetheart . in the innocent of ways possible...

Hope your ok? Such a hard poem to read, because it reminds me of the alcoholic/addict in my life.
www.soberrecovery.com is a great support network.

Why thank you, that is very kind of you

Touching read.
Reminds me of my 2 brothers, RIP.
There, but for the grace of God, go I.

When I read the title of this thread, I thought it was about my marriage to my ex-wife.

Anyway, welcome back, Jamie. I also like your OP.