Asia blue
Was a girl without a clue
She didn't understand much
And tended to catch the 'flu'
Her skin would turn pail
Her eyes bright blue
She threw up after eating
Taking the pills her boyfriend gave her
The shakes would subside
Only for a while
They'd start again
She told him
"I'm fine" with a small
Little smile
"Get me more pain pills'
It'll make it stop for a while"
The boy secretly cried
For a long time after she died
Because it was the pills she wanted
That made her suffer and die
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My Untold Stories: Poetry
PoezjaI started these poems in high school my senior year. I am dedicating them to the damsels in distress, the misfits and the total outcasts.
