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Poem thing I made up:
She woke up this morning feeling horrible again,
Trying to help herself, but instead she helps a friend.
Walking in the cold, with nothing but a blouse,
She leaves the place that she can not call a house.
When she walks in the school, she immediately turns bright,
even though she tried, to kill herself last night.
No one seems to notice, that she’s falling everyday,
and she’s getting close, about to take her life away.
But her simple little smile, and a laugh so soft and fun,
Hide’s he pain and suicidal thoughts, of grabbing that black gun.
She only wishes someone cared, the way she did for her friends,
Before she completely gives it up, and lulls her life to an end.
“Keep your thoughts and feelings hidden, no one will ever care,
if you died, wouldn’t matter at all, they wouldn’t even know you’re not there.”
The thoughts in her mind tell her to leave, but she can’t find a gun to finish the deed,
she wants to make sure that she is dead before she decides to leave.
Don’t you fear, and don’t you cry, don’t shed another tear,
I guess if you wanted her to stay, you should have noticed her pain when she was here
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
Re: Just a Poem.... -
November 19th 2015, 09:44 PM
Woah, this is stunning! So powerful!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Re: Just a Poem.... -
November 28th 2015, 04:06 PM
This is nicely written and it is easy to relate to. I can relate to it, and it drew me in from the first few lines.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first