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OK, I'm Sorry.

Poetry By: ladygothicka

The product of a night of Lambrini and depression. Enjoy folks.

Submitted:Jun 1, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Half a bottle of Lambrini sat in front of me,

TV showing yet another death in a fictional

setting, with a fictional story, but very real

pain and even more real bereavement.

Sitting alone, I realise that this was all a

long journey to realising that sometimes

you want what you can't have far more than

is healthy for any human being.

So here goes. I love you more than this world

can ever show you, but we can never have what

I wanted us to have, so I guess this me throwing

my hands up and saying "OK, I'm sorry".

Half a bottle of Lambrini, innocents dying on TV,

and me. Sitting here wanting to fall asleep for the

rest of time, end it all, and never see the light of

this world again.

I'm sorry.


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