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Wash It Away
~*~*~*~*~
With one single drop
You can drink it all away
Leaving you with nothing
But your sober little pain.
Wash it down
With a bottle or two.
Nor rum nor whiskey or wine
Could pile up for sober you.
The days go by
And all you can do is wash it away.
Or take in all those days
They’d call you horrible names
On the school playground
When no teachers were around
To keep you safe and sound.
You want to drown out the voice
In your head that tells you,
“You’re nothing but a worthless kid!”
Don’t let them taint your heart
You have every reason to believe
That you are a person; you are a part of something bigger.
Wash it all away, those who make you feel small
And let them know that they can call out to you,
They can try and make you fall
And when you do and land on the ground
You’ll be stronger to know that they are wrong.
Drink down a bottle, shoot up from a needle, cut away the pain.
Do what you must to survive just another day
But know that people are there for you.
Learn to ignore those mocking names!
Don’t change for them
Do it for you
Because you are strong enough to know
That you don’t need to wash it away.
You don’t need to drink
To cut
To get a high.
It’s okay to scream to the world
And to cry out for help
If washing it away doesn’t work anymore.
You can reach your hand to the stars
And touch the burning lights above.
Someone out there will call back to your cries
And they too will know you can’t wash it away alone.
Everything you do, is just another cry for help
And if you yell loud enough
Will the world hear you?
Will they yell back?
Every day goes by and you can cry some more
And I can promise one day someone will cry back.
Do what you have to to ignore the pain now
But my friend hear me out,
You’re not alone.
It will wash away
Into a faded memory one day
And you will get by
I promise the grass is greener on the other side.
So wash it away now
Do what you have to so you can get by
And some day you to will understand
That everyone has a place in the world.
Even you, maybe even right next to me.
One day, you’ll wash away the pain
With nothing more than the love
You’ll earn from the hearts
Of those who care.
~*~*~*~*~
With one single drop
You can drink it all away
Leaving you with nothing
But your sober little pain.
Wash it down
With a bottle or two.
Nor rum nor whiskey or wine
Could pile up for sober you.
The days go by
And all you can do is wash it away.
Or take in all those days
They’d call you horrible names
On the school playground
When no teachers were around
To keep you safe and sound.
You want to drown out the voice
In your head that tells you,
“You’re nothing but a worthless kid!”
Don’t let them taint your heart
You have every reason to believe
That you are a person; you are a part of something bigger.
Wash it all away, those who make you feel small
And let them know that they can call out to you,
They can try and make you fall
And when you do and land on the ground
You’ll be stronger to know that they are wrong.
Drink down a bottle, shoot up from a needle, cut away the pain.
Do what you must to survive just another day
But know that people are there for you.
Learn to ignore those mocking names!
Don’t change for them
Do it for you
Because you are strong enough to know
That you don’t need to wash it away.
You don’t need to drink
To cut
To get a high.
It’s okay to scream to the world
And to cry out for help
If washing it away doesn’t work anymore.
You can reach your hand to the stars
And touch the burning lights above.
Someone out there will call back to your cries
And they too will know you can’t wash it away alone.
Everything you do, is just another cry for help
And if you yell loud enough
Will the world hear you?
Will they yell back?
Every day goes by and you can cry some more
And I can promise one day someone will cry back.
Do what you have to to ignore the pain now
But my friend hear me out,
You’re not alone.
It will wash away
Into a faded memory one day
And you will get by
I promise the grass is greener on the other side.
So wash it away now
Do what you have to so you can get by
And some day you to will understand
That everyone has a place in the world.
Even you, maybe even right next to me.
One day, you’ll wash away the pain
With nothing more than the love
You’ll earn from the hearts
Of those who care.
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This is absolutely beautiful poetry
((one little thing....the part it says,"When no teachers where around" Where should be "were" ...sorry I'm being obnoxious. Onwards!))
What inspired you, I'm curious to know. But it's magnificent.......the morals, themes, detail, truth, emotions, just everything. Is. Absolutely. Brilliantly. Fucking. Amazing.