Before by Seizure

When I was young, before the drugs
Before the drinks, before the thugs
Before the knives, before the guns
Before my Uncle, had his sons
Before abuse, before escape
Before suicide, before her rape
Before the dad, outlined in chalk
Before I barely even knew to talk

Before our hunger, before my tears
Before I had to face my fears
Before the one that kicked me out
Before my head was filled with doubt
Before Neil's death, before Nat's crash
Before I was, worth less than trash
Before music was, my next big thing
Before my girlfriend wore my ring

Before everything that brought me pain
Before I screamed outloud in vain
I was happy, I wasn't sad
I'd give it all, to live as I had
I can't go back, before rain came
I can't forget, those days all the same
I felt secure, I felt some charms
I can't return, to my mother's arms

Ash (66.195.9.76) -- Sunday, August 29 2004, 02:56 pm

Such...
a heart touching poem, even though ppl havent been thru the exact same experiences u have mentioned, a lot of ppl are feelin this way, im sure.

Seizure (68.211.165.82) -- Sunday, August 29 2004, 05:48 pm

hmmm
I'm sure no one has had the exact same experiences, but at least they can interpret their own meaning from it (although I make it hard for them. I can't write abstract at all, I'm just horrible at it).

Megan (205.188.116.130) -- Wednesday, September 1 2004, 07:16 am

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Wow , great job. This really made me think & its very unique.
-Megan-

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