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Gone

Contributed by PsychoticDreamz on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 04:18:56 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The laughters now frozen
all smiles are frowns
The last of happiness fallen
A world turned upside down
A depressive state of mind
The pain grips her heart
Her past, a dream..now a nightmare
She wish it never had to start
Sitting on her bed alone
wishing to be free of the hurt
Its now too late, the scars are made
Her soul is slowly burnt.
Once joyful in life
now taken a great fall
Tho, no knees are skinned..
She wish she could end it all
Frightened by death
Yet, she hates to survive
But how is living with such pain
being called alive?




Copyright © PsychoticDreamz ... [ 2003-11-08 16:18:56]
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Re: Gone (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 09:19:59 PM AEST
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very good work, gets to the point. I would rate it a five if you work on your english a little. Keep up the good work! You have talent!


Re: Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 09:43:09 PM AEST
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wow great poem touches me a lot. I can relate to this a lot. So beautiful, yet sad.

Bobo (Joel)


Re: Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by EmSal on Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 04:14:16 AM AEST
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Whoah yeah good question...hopefully you can find a way to get rid of your pain and feel alive, not just exist but be alive. Great write. Take care.

Emma.


Re: Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by TracyAnn489 on Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 05:54:01 AM AEST
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That is excellent! a 5 from me!! Your poem gave me chills! Keep it up!




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