The Long War<TITLE> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"><style type="text/css">  </style></HEAD> <BODY> <H2 align="center">The Long War<br> 7.5.2010</H2> <HR> <H4 align="center"> From the day I was born<br> You told me I was special, unique and beauty<br> Then you showed me just how badly your soul was torn<br><br> Rage and hate; an arrow aimed at my head<br> Tried to understand, tried to get you to see<br> Endured for years, protected the other<br> Believed this was how my life was supposed to be<br><br> Then a day came when I learned you were sick<br> Something finally started to make sense<br> The battles fought; the walls coming apart brick by brick<br><br> Rehab, relapse, rehab, relapse, rehab, relapse<br><br> Weak<br> That was your reason<br> I think you liked all of the attention<br> Just when I thought I was free, you showed me your treason<br><br> Too drunk to work; too high to think<br> Is when I became expendable — useful finally<br> "She's now dead, so give me another drink!"<br><br> Died with a bullet, so I was told<br> The prettiest flowers received!<br> They all bought what you sold<br> A black hole filled with lies so deep<br> Eternity not enough time to dig your way out<br><br> And one day they told me you had died<br> A portal to hell opened and the demons dragged you in<br> No matter how much we all tried<br> The Reaper found you long before your time<br><br> But, at long last the war is over<br> </H4> <hr> <p align="center"><em><strong>All writings contained within these pages are the work and property of Kristen A. Rae. These writings are not to be distributed, repurposed, edited or otherwise used without express permission.</strong></em></p> </BODY> </HTML>