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Array ( [sid] => 78897 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => She Died. [time] => 2005-01-07 17:24:46 [hometext] => I'm not daddy's little girl... I'm his victim.... [bodytext] => she wants to torture you
now she is dead
because of the many times
lain on the bed
what happened to that little girl?
you murdered her
you used to torture her
so now she's dead
you don't want to know
what runs through her head
she dreams of blood, hate, and lies
and every time a piece of her dies
you slayed her heart
with a seraded knife
let the blood drip
you ruined her life
the little girl is dead inside
she often thinks of suicide
you killed her
you tortured her
you let her bleed
you watched the blood drip
to kill your need
a simple plaything
is all she has become
watching the crimson
locked in her room
using a blade to make her pain fade
little droplets of blood
the pain is too great
she doesn't love herself
for now it is too late
she's beat and broken
lived a lie
all because she had died
your victim
the little girl inside
she bleeds
she has died
the knife you used
to keep her silent
all of these years
was the essecnce of her fears
she told no one for so long
even though she knew it was wrong
your victim
she was scared
that little girl
she bled
so at night
she welcomed the red
she cuts her body
for a little control
she wanted you to stop
taking her soul
she was tired of dying
most of all
she was tired of the crying
that little girl inside
what happened to her?
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She Died.

Contributed by screwup on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 05:24:46 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

she wants to torture you
now she is dead
because of the many times
lain on the bed
what happened to that little girl?
you murdered her
you used to torture her
so now she's dead
you don't want to know
what runs through her head
she dreams of blood, hate, and lies
and every time a piece of her dies
you slayed her heart
with a seraded knife
let the blood drip
you ruined her life
the little girl is dead inside
she often thinks of suicide
you killed her
you tortured her
you let her bleed
you watched the blood drip
to kill your need
a simple plaything
is all she has become
watching the crimson
locked in her room
using a blade to make her pain fade
little droplets of blood
the pain is too great
she doesn't love herself
for now it is too late
she's beat and broken
lived a lie
all because she had died
your victim
the little girl inside
she bleeds
she has died
the knife you used
to keep her silent
all of these years
was the essecnce of her fears
she told no one for so long
even though she knew it was wrong
your victim
she was scared
that little girl
she bled
so at night
she welcomed the red
she cuts her body
for a little control
she wanted you to stop
taking her soul
she was tired of dying
most of all
she was tired of the crying
that little girl inside
what happened to her?
she died.

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Re: She Died. (User Rating: 1 )
by DesolantDreamer on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 05:44:21 PM AEST
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This is a good poem. Very deep and dark. Very good. I am litterally crying. Keep it up.

Re: She Died. (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 06:13:17 PM AEST
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Well now I'm depressed..Anyhow this is good..I liked the feeling it gave

Re: She Died. (User Rating: 1 )
by Tru2Myself on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:41:53 PM AEST
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This is great. dark and kinda eerie. But i do like!

Re: She Died. (User Rating: 1 )
by Sapphire_Blue on Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 07:20:08 AM AEST
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Sad and dark, leaving me feeling cold inside, but as usual your writes are so intnese and vivid, cool one.

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