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Paint the Room Red
Contributed by
killingmehslowly
on
Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 05:23:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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She comes home to an empty house Enter her dark room to see her curled upon the bed she cuts herself deep, so that no one shall ever get her to rouse She crys, she screams, she bangs her head So confused, doesn't know what to want He thoughts on the harsh words he said Trying to ignore others who taunt Tired of all the lies she's been fed The door opens as she smiles Soon her mother would find her dead People would watch as police wrote files Who would guess she had a heart of lead? Who would have guessed it They all figured she'd grow up and be wed Then they remember how she used to sit all alone filled with dread She'd cry and she'd cry not looking forward to the days ahead Till she was driven to take her life And her room was painted red... Red with the blood that came from the knife.
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Re: Paint the Room Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 08:24:22 PM AEST (User
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powerful write. written well. im glad you posted it now so that i could read it =] |
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Re: Paint the Room Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by LEMMEN on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 02:35:34 PM AEST (User
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Great write so sad and filled with emotion. hopefully she will see she has a talent within.
~DENNIS~ |
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Re: Paint the Room Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Unheard_Mute on
Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 02:37:55 AM AEST (User
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sami, sami, sami... no suicidal, it are bad, stop thinking that way, you are in the having of the david... also, you need to stop thinking my poetry is so good because yours is not that not bad, which I think means good, but I'm too lazy to find out if it's a double negative right now... much more luv of doomy doomness to a little person of doomfulnessosity |
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