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Post by Forsaken on Dec 20, 2003 15:34:57 GMT -5
Sitting in her room Tears pouring Music blaring Grabbing her hair Practically tearing it out Fed up with life Wanting to end it She sits in her room at night And she cries Hoping she dies Her father calls her a whore Her mother calls her a disgrace She doesn't know why she stays in this place Just because she likes dyed hair And earrings Her parents think she's strange Her boyfriend left her for someone else They had been together for eight years straight This is just great He said he loved her That they'd be together forever They made love, went to movies, and hugged each other Now he's gone All he said was, "So long" Her parents weren't there when she needed them Now all she has is this blade So she slits her wrists Maybe now someone will care Maybe now someone will be there Maybe now they will see Maybe now someone will be Crying for her Since all she wanted Was a word that starts with the letter L A thing that makes you feel well Makes you feel wanted A thing called love
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Post by black jewelled rain on Dec 20, 2003 21:16:54 GMT -5
I've done that so many times. Such strong emotions run through this poem, I'm not sure it's even right of me to comment! I understand it all. I've been there myself. *hugs*
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