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stupid kids

Contributed by loopylou on Friday, 21st November 2003 @ 10:25:09 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



four friends looking for fun
seventeen anti deppresents
swallowde at once
without a drop of water
whitout a regret
intil they feel the tight swelling in their chest
all in pain together lying on the floor
screaming for help its not fun anymore
till they give in to fear and close their eyes
one wakes up at home in his bed
receving the news his girlfriends
on a drip clinging to life
laying their in his bed he wishes pain would finish him of he wants to be dead
another teen with iron handles pulling at him
forcfully sucking his skin
making him gasp for breath
laying their scarred and cold
and the other kid i dont know
nobody knows her state of mind
found lying onconsious on the floor
not a word spoken
is he fine like the others
ive not a clue
maybe when your old your laught at this
while hospital starf tut and murmur stupid kids
but now learn your lesson
if you were lucky
because next time you might not be




Copyright © loopylou ... [ 2003-11-21 10:25:09]
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Re: stupid kids (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 21st November 2003 @ 03:33:17 PM AEST
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Awesome write, but there are over 10 spelling errors in this poem. you should consider the spell-check option when posting.
Peace.


Re: stupid kids (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 08:17:09 AM AEST
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Good story, reflects the youth generation of today very well. The typo errors kinda took the fun out of reading it, though.




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