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The people of my life care nothing for me
care nothing for my feelings,
forget me in their busy lifes.

They pass me by, not a nod in my direction

No one trully cares for me, never thinking of me,
Only thinking of bettering themselves,
Push me out of their ways, unless it suits them

They talk about me, as if i'm not there.

I work hard, for nothing, no praise, only disapproval
No one cares for my life, better to let go
The bottle sits there, Ever so tempting

They move about not noticing my figure

I grab the bottle, I pour its contents
They fall and splatter on the desk
The pattern they form confuse my mind more.

They consider me nothing, as they pass me by

I pick the oval pill up, the red and the white
Both seem equally appeasing the desire of it all
send me to a frenzy, Grabbing my hair, pulling

They talk of plans, without any intentions of inviting me

I place the pills on my swollen red tongue
They flow down my throat with the water
Drop down into my stomach, start to slowly dissolve

They know nothing about me, they will pay

It takes effect, I sway in motion
My vision becomes impaired, blurry,
Tripping as I move, The pain stops, I fall to the ground

They regret ever forgetting me, they remember me now

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	Mark of Kane Submitted by Brianne Reynolds
FORGET ME NOT- submitted by Ally Burch The people of my life care nothing for me care nothing for my feelings, forget me in their busy lifes. They pass me by, not a nod in my direction No one trully cares for me, never thinking of me, Only thinking of bettering themselves, Push me out of their ways, unless it suits them They talk about me, as if i'm not there. I work hard, for nothing, no praise, only disapproval No one cares for my life, better to let go The bottle sits there, Ever so tempting They move about not noticing my figure I grab the bottle, I pour its contents They fall and splatter on the desk The pattern they form confuse my mind more. They consider me nothing, as they pass me by I pick the oval pill up, the red and the white Both seem equally appeasing the desire of it all send me to a frenzy, Grabbing my hair, pulling They talk of plans, without any intentions of inviting me I place the pills on my swollen red tongue They flow down my throat with the water Drop down into my stomach, start to slowly dissolve They know nothing about me, they will pay It takes effect, I sway in motion My vision becomes impaired, blurry, Tripping as I move, The pain stops, I fall to the ground They regret ever forgetting me, they remember me now http://allpoetry.com/poets/slowlychanging
	Devils Due Cause to chaos, Chaos to havoc. Changed by evil Created by sin. A dark clad figure crawls, through the night. Instills in many a tremendous fright. What pleasure it must bring him, To witness -[over and over] his revenge. In truth, in reality, There is no end. One of life’s fatalities, Pray you can defend. Outside my doorstep, Sits a lonely girl. Little do I know For tonight, like every other, he’s out to collect his dues. His Dues…… My message, My advice. Be ready you may be next.. For if your hexed, In the end he's coming for, Coming to collect his dues. His Dues.. Submitted by: Crystal