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Too Little, Too Late
Contributed by
LoneCinderella13
on
Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 01:44:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Why must you treat me like this?
Tell me what did I do.
To make you go around
and date that girl too.
You didn't think I'd find out
but trust me I have my ways
And now I don't want to stay alive
And I don't want to see the days.
Wait for my brother to leave
And then trust me I'll do it.
Hang a rope from the rafters
And hold on for a little bit.
Having the air growing shorter
And the room is going black
These old rafters can hold my weight,
And then my neck broke- snap!
My lifeless body hung there
Swining from side to side
People were probably wondering
What was going through my mind.
Couldn't they see or just didn't want to
What that guy had done to me.
He just tried to shrug it off
not showing any sympathy.
My brother came back
to find an empty home
then he ran downstairs
to find me all alone.
He tried to lift me up
not wanting me to die
Then he did something he's never done
he started to cry.
The tears slid down his cheeks
not knowing what to do
He got me down from the rafters
But my face had already turned blue.
He just kept screaming
hoping somebody would hear
but it was too late
I left without any fear.
I just wanted it done
I didn't want to live
But my brother couldn't handle.
He just couldn't deal with it.
It was a beautiful sunny day
The day I decided to die.
Now to get to where I'm going
I just have to fly.
My brother isn't the same
But with him my spirit lives on
It's just my flesh, my blood and my bones
that have already gone.
Copyright ©
LoneCinderella13
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2005-02-09 13:44:09]
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Re: Too Little, Too Late
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by xrockstheheart on
Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 02:02:04 PM AEST
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| I've read two of your poems today and could not get thru them. I want to scream at you but in some ways i'm the same. So go to the store and buy some St. John's Wart read the directions and take some. and do until you get over this. Then try writing again. Good luck and don't threaten to do things, even suicide. its crying wolf. I trust you and your poetry will go forward in time as it should be. |
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Re: Too Little, Too Late
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by jillian_phan on
Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 03:04:27 PM AEST
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| i just wanted to say, that was strong of you to be able to think in that way and become graphic...... whenever i thought of myself (leaving) i did not care, in fact was satisfied, although, when i seen the look on everyones face, i felt awful and selfish..... because even though i wanted to go, and no one noticed and no one could understood, and people hurt me... i still didn't want to hurt the ones who would want me here.... |
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