Down another glass of wine
Instead of another bottle of pills.
Scream into any of your pillows, because
They have all heard this song before.
Remember, it's only a matter of time,
And you only have to hold on a little longer.
Count the beats of your heart, and not
The tears running down your face, for
In the face of suffering, my dear, you
Obey only your own will, for you are
No longer swayed by petty pains of the heart and mind.
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Lizzy Rose
Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer. I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
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Obey only your own will, for you are No longer swayed by petty pains of the heart and mind. Wow! Those lines hit! Well done!