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[title] => Crimson Angel
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[bodytext] => Blood on the ground Blood on the wall With the last drop of blood She began to fall Slice and dice cut and rip Under the blade She felt her veins split Losing consciousness The crimson pool grew bigger Her vision fading Would her parents forgive her? 3 days later Her body was found Clothes caked in blood Blades all around. The funeral was slow The day dragged on Everyone around Tried to stay strong. Rain fell It matted their hair Despair and agony Saturated the air. Her casket was lowered on that sorrowful day No joyous laughter Or children at play. Her daddy brought her roses Her favorite he knew “Keep flying my little angel We’ll reach you soon” “You will always be our angel We forever love you” Her mother and father let their precious angel go Why she did this They’ll never know. One after the other The people left Praying to the heavens She forever lay in rest. She watched down from heaven With god by her side Saying she had no regrets But crying inside. “This is what I wanted. I have cut for so long I couldn’t live my life that way I couldn’t have gone on” She sat there in silence with tears in her eyes. Just now she started to realize That cutting wasn’t the answer it never was and never will be It was just a release From a life that was to unhappy [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deadly_blaZe [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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