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[aid] => mick
[title] => Last Embrace
[time] => 2004-12-31 11:02:52
[hometext] => not too sure about the end. this is for my mother. i wonder what it would be like to lose a child to suicide. somedays i think she deserves it, and i do too. other days i feel ashamed to have tried to leave her. in my heart i know she loves me.
[bodytext] => Lying pale in her bed Almost wishing she was dead Throwing back the covers Passing pictures of her with invisible lovers She goes to a drawer Remebering all the time her father screamed at her "You stupid whore!" Opening that almost empty drawer Wishing she had been meant for more Than lonely cold nights And her failing family's fights In that drawer there is a jewerly box And assorted keys to lost locks Opening the box with trembling hands Her heart turns to ash Blown away like a desert's sands Over turning her wrists, "SLASH SLASH" The flash of the blade catching the light Reflects her eyes, giving away her soul's flight Stumbling back to bed Memories passing through her head The dainty gold anklet she wore, The bell gave a final jingle, and moved no more The door opened the breakfast tray fell to the floor The glass that impaled her mother's foot seemed to cut to the core Her daughter lay on the bed Everything around her stained a dying red The eyes that looked back did not see her Everything swirled and grew to a blur Picking up her daughters stone cold hand In the pool of blood is where her knees land Splattering them with mixed blood and tears "Why couldn't I help my daughter face her fears?" Hours passed as she sat there crying The streets outside grew busy as the time kept flying Unaware of the death and pain Thinking noone loved her, the girl took her life in vain Why was she in such a hurry to die? Finally inside her fake celestial skies But her mother was in no haste To share with her daughter their last embrace [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 32 [informant] => blueeyedevil13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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