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And from there we burned

We burned
hearts on fire, you were there
while I turned
and saw my mother unaware

my sleeves were long to cover up
what i could only show to you
i pled with her to fill my cup
but she left it bleeding to just us two

but my best friend died
from a few pills at twelve
and god i cried
to the blade i helve

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Last few words: 
this is about my history of depression in my childhood and going through the death of my best friend from suicide at the young age of twelve.
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Content level: 
Explicit Content

Comments

my trauma dump

author comment

i am so sorry you have found such sorrow and tragedy at such a young age. I hope it has made you stronger. welcome and glad to meet you!

*hugs, Cat

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Thank you so so much. It definitely has made me stronger and i appreciate the welcome

author comment

I see this is your first poem. Trauma, suicide, self harm, more trauma, a very courageous and honest write. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with us. I look forward to reading more from you in the future.

~RoseBlack~

Very interesting piece. Address's the thing of suicide, a tough subject at best.

I really love the "POETS AS WITNESS" writing.

Tis obvious to me that you've put a tremendous amount of thought into this piece.

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