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Black Closet
written by izzzy04:54 AM 10/18/04Opening the door to the closet
I set my eyes to see
What dress ad attire I may wear
Whatever that may be
I sort through my darkest clothes
A piece that will match my heart
And I bring out a top and a skirt that
looks like I tore them apart
Looking at them once again
I finally realise
That it isn't the clothes but indeed myself
The one I really despise
I breathe a little deeper
As I place them on my bed
I get the blade, I cut my throat
At last, I'm finally dead |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I know that Goth's ain't all that bad, I mean, some are really great to get along with, but this one was a depressed Goth that needed to have relief. And now she has it.
I have to say that life is real scary, like for example when I want to kill myself I have a scary determination, like I am almost crazed but inside I am real calm. It's an odd feeling but I feel that it is a relief when I go through with it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Gr8Day2BnEmoKid (10-18-2004 - 04:57 AM)
| WOW...that is really good...did you write that or did you find it? goth or not...that is the esscence of what depression is...totally in awe man...maybe i just need to lay off the weed |
by 4got_to_4get (10-18-2004 - 09:19 PM)
| it's very good. i can relate, but im not a goth so that kind of confused me. but yea, good work. |
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