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January 2002 Poetry How can you sit and tell me,
that everything’s alright.
When all you and I seem to do,
is yell, scream, and fight.
~
How can you just sit there,
and act like it’s okay.
When our mother – daughter relationship,
withers day by day.
~
How can you look into my tear soaked eyes,
and tell me I’m not depressed.
And tell me that if I killed myself,
it would be the last thing that you guessed.
~
How can you sit and pretend,
that everything’s just fine.
When you’re murdering an innocent soul,
and that soul, you see, is mine.
~*~ Jill ~*~
