Bailey Schatte

Rookie - 4 Points (09-08-1997)

Recovery - Poem by Bailey Schatte

Shattered like a broken glass,
You've demolished my last bit of trust;
Wondering how long this will last,
Cause you left me in the dust.

Moving on is your talent,
Having no sense of empathy,
Leaving others without balance,
Just like you have done to me.

Now I sit here all alone,
Pouring out my insides,
Given death is on the phone,
Might take his offer for a ride.

Sell my soul to the devil,
Burn my body at a 3rd degree,
Lose all hope and be concealed,
Forget the pain you brought to me.

He said to close my eyes,
And do not breathe,
So I did and then went on,
Doing the things he told me.

Now it's over without doubt,
I have lost all memory,
I'll go to town just to shout,
This is my recovery.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013

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