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The lost girl
written by suicide_penguin08:48 AM 3/14/05I see her at the window
looking out at me
her eyes full with pain
she wants to be set free
she doesn't come out
of her room
she stays in there
full with thoughts of doom
at night she cuts
slashes at her wrist
she has no one
so she doesn't need to resist
i walk into the house
and up to her room
the house is dark
all i feel is gloom
she isn't in her room
i look to my right
i see her sitting
in the bathroom without light
i see blood on her wrist
and run to her side
but when i ask her
her feelings she will hide
as i get up
and move to the sink
i see me in the mirror
and begin to think
i look to where she was sitting
and all i see is the blood
i look down at my wrist
and blood begins to flood
is this what i look like
all alone and cold
i am the one
that shouldn't be in this world
i begin to shake
i cut really deep
and more blood
begins to seep
this is where
my life will end
all because
my heart wont mend
being alone
is why i cry
and now
its my time to die |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
**this is how i feel at the moment**
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| » Comments / Feedback | by mrs.barker (3-14-2005 - 10:45 PM)
| Wow this is an awsome poem cuz i feel the same and i have done that too this poem seems to relate to a lot of people that i know...good job :) |
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