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[sid] => 40829
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Life Is Over
[time] => 2004-03-29 17:08:59
[hometext] => My friend wrote this poem. Please read and comment.
[bodytext] => She sat there all alone just taking it all in thinking about everything that could have never been She barely ever changed the song liking every single word but everyone around her hated what they had heard outside it had slowly started to fall then everything soaked in rain she felt something inside her that reared up all her pain she had let her guard down earlier open to whatever they said what did she do to deserve this she shouldn’t let it get to her head looking out the window she saw someone fall down hard her heart stopped for a second her world felt suddenly barred her knees caved in under her and she slumped over to the mound she rolled the body over and her hope plummeted thru the ground staring at all the blood as the life was slipping away her heart was torn to pieces without even a slight delay her mother lay before her the rain came pouring down she tried to say her final words but the blood had made them drown her friend forever died in her arms killed in a horrific way her dreams had all been torn apart at the sight of this tragic display the days went by terribly slow and the girl had tried to move on "there is no love in this cold world" those words, her grave, written upon before she killed herself one day she sat in her room in fear her father had beaten her not long ago she was afraid to look in the mirror she looked at her feet sitting on the bed then glanced at a pile of clothes she remembered all the terrible things as a drop of blood slid off her nose her self-esteem was completely gone people at school beat at it she found herself with no reason to live and her life she seemed not to fit The fishnet shirts, the long black hair they never seemed to have seen the deep, dark hidden purpose that was not quite so serene life was hard for this poor girl she dressed like what she felt the lies, the cursing, the pain inside all with which had to be dealt all her life she had no one to talk to there was no one who understood and no one would help her even if they knew they could without a reason to live and no one to care she exit-ed her terrible life although it was messy and bloody she gained relief from her constant strife she waited until she knew he was gone then placed the gun to her head as she cried with the trigger ready she slowly lie down on her bed for the last few seconds all she thought about was the abuse, the horror, the lies it was more then she should have known she let it all out with her eyes She took more in then she could stand And had absolutely no self pride Her had tensed quickly then slowly eased As her blood rolled off to the side As she thought, no one knew Or cared that she wasn’t there her life had been an accident not even her mother had tried to repair the girl had died in a horrible way in utter and complete despair her father found her late at night retrieving the gun without care she had never known the truth of the real events of that night she saw her mother fall down, dead but the killer was out of sight. The person who had killed her mom Had speed, swiftness and stealth But the same person who killed her parent Drove her to kill herself Her father was responsible For all the unbearable pain Her mother had been running away Cause her father had gone insane. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Schnikes13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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