Karissa Earley

Rookie - 0 Points (october 18,1993 / cambridge ohio)

Coma - Poem by Karissa Earley

He had the hands,
That held my heart.
He had the decision,
So he ripped it apart.

Little pieces,
Too small to hold.
One small lie,
I was left to mold.

Drink away the sorrow,
Fight away the pain.
But everyday,
I go a little more insane.

Inside my head,
I forget the world outside.
But no matter what,
This pain I can't hide.

Inside this coma,
I'm dead.
He never loved me,
No matter what he said.

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  • Gold Star - 19,816 Points Ramesh Rai (2/1/2012 3:23:00 AM)

    No matter what he said.. dont say about death. nice (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 4, 2012

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