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She

Contributed by matts_sweetie_04 on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 02:01:34 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



She stands in the bathroom staring at the blood dripping down.
She then falls and all that is heard is the thud of her body hitting the ground.
Later in the hospital bed she can fully recall why she tempted fate.
You see her life was filled with hate.
She has been through so much pain and strife.
She thought it was best to end her life.
God was cruel to her by taking her mother when she was only two.
He took her in a car crash just like that, out of the blue.
Her father, a business man, never had the time for her.
All the memories of times they spent together was so long ago they were only a blur.
She hated life and everything about it.
She simply did not care, not even a bit.
She decided suicide was her only way out.
So she put the blade against her wrist and sliced though she had some doubt.
Was this really the only way to end this pain?
Yes she thought for I have to end it somehow or I will go insane.
So there she stands in the bathroom staring at the blood dripping down.
She then falls and all that is heard is the thud of her body hitting the ground.




Copyright © matts_sweetie_04 ... [ 2004-05-15 14:01:34]
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Re: She (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 02:28:43 PM AEST
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V.powerful words, I can relate as I'm sure alot of others will be able to. Well written

Takecare,

Pixie xx


Re: She (User Rating: 1 )
by CrimsonTears on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 11:43:14 PM AEST
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This is sad and soo real....great work

Lots of Love
CrimsonTears




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