my poems...I wrote them... dont you dare copy it

My Turn

Bleeding laying on the floor. I must admit I've been here before.
Who's fault is it...yours or mine...fades together in one blood red line.
My eyes are dry, I cant cry anymore.
I just lay here resigned, slumped on the floor.
in my heart anger burns, and I call out to God "when's it my turn?!?"
"Why am I always the one to say goodbye? Why should I always be the one to cry?"
"This heart you gave me is defective, and all it does is break. In it where happiness should live, is only an empty ache."
"Now God you know everything, and I have so much to learn"
"But Lord, Im asking you one more time....when's it gonna be my turn?"

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