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Suicide Child

Contributed by deathdrop on Wednesday, 17th March 2004 @ 01:52:19 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

She goes into the fantasies,
Where hell is neither seen or found,
Says inside her-self,
Until she is re-wound.
And like a feather,
She falls from the sky,
Into golden marshmallows,
She floats, she flies.
Light music is played,
Replacing violent other stuff,
She warms her self,
Until, she’s had enough…

Then one day she wakes,
To find, smashed plates,
To see her daddy crying,
Her mummy bleeding, and dieing.
But when he see’s little Tammy,
He runs away,
Next thing is, he’s killed him-self,
In a disgusting way!
Coppers are round,
But no home for Tammy is found,
Because no one wants a broken child,
It smashed poor Tammy, to the ground!
Bad enough her world,
But then more things snapped, as she fell down!

She tried to get away,
back to her dream days,
Only the porthole was stuck,
Leaving her to have her feathers plucked!
So she ran away,
Into the city,
Only to get,
A little more crumbly.
A second cruel life,
Just appeared in front of her,
So she jumped into the river,
To be rescued by her saver.
So once out of hospital,
She topps herself,
And so her voodoo doll,
Was placed with the others,
On the old, dirty shelf...

Copyright Â© deathdrop ... [ 2004-03-17 13:52:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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