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Her Diary

Contributed by Jazz on Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 11:29:33 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry




It was the day after her death.
I needed to know why.
Cleaning up her room I found,
her diary in crimson bound,
and I sat down to cry.

The pages started out with pain,
and suffering she knew.
She cried everynight to death,
to kill her until nothing was left.
For so long he never came through.

Her mother was a rampant whore.
Her father drank all day.
Things I knew never about her,
and now unfortunately, I'm sure,
why it had to happen that way.

Why she wanted me to be here,
I did not understand.
Then I came across the page,
that started out with my name,
and I read it with trembling hands.

In her words she knew that I,
never was her friend.
But I gave her back her bag,
when everyone called her a hag,
and got their torments to end.

"In the third grade at lunch,
you sat with me to chat.
Everyone called me names,
but you never joined their games,
or stabbed me in the back.

I never had a decent friend,
but you were as close as they came.
Thank you for not being mean.
Thanks for putting me on your team.
But I had to end my pain."


Tears were flowing down my cheeks,
and I put the diary to the side.
I'll put it on her grave,
where finally she feels no pain,
after committing suicide.




Copyright © Jazz ... [ 2004-02-03 23:29:33]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Her Diary (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 01:45:49 AM AEST
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Wow this is heart wrenching-n-tear jerking.
U certainly got my attention and took me back to child hood......I always hang out with a very few in school and they both were made fun of by mostly everyone but me.
This will definently put some to thinking.
May even save lives. It's very powerfull and if it's truth r not doesn't matter 'cause its imapct is magnificent!
Great write!
hug, luv,
emy


Re: Her Diary (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Sunday, 30th May 2004 @ 04:11:37 PM AEST
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heart-breaking stuff. truly hope this is fictional.
great read.
thanks for sharing




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