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Life Is Over
Contributed by
Schnikes13
on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 05:08:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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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 shouldnt 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 wasnt 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.
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Schnikes13
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2004-03-29 17:08:59]
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Re: Life Is Over
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by emphaticplacebo on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 10:32:44 PM AEST
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| Great Write! I totally got into this poem, its very deep and heartfelt emotion. Liked the way it was told in a story-like way.. Good job! |
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