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What Has Been Done

Contributed by Xxluckie_lynnxX on Sunday, 1st August 2004 @ 07:50:51 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I looked around
My walls of hatred
I notice all
Mistakes I did

I’m feeling weak
Like a puppet on a string
No control
Of what my actions can bring

I’m invisible
To my own self
I never heard my cry
The cry for help

I close my eyes
And tears run down
Soaking my face
I’m going to drown

I hold the knife
Tight in my hand
I want to be forgotten
I want to leave this land

I hear them fighting
The voice in my head
They once tore me apart
But now they’ll be dead

When you first touched me
I wanted to be loved
I wanted to have a feeling
That was from above

But then you tricked me
Into thinking you loved me
Its was so easy
For me to believe

But you brought me to a party
And you had too much fun
Now I'm pregnant
And you yelled look what you have done

I can’t love a child
That was made from you
I can’t love myself
That’s the sad truth

You killed me
My spirit is gone
Only my body remains
I can’t hold on

I grip the knife tightly
In my right hand
I just lost my life
Because of a horrible man…




Copyright © Xxluckie_lynnxX ... [ 2004-08-01 19:50:51]
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Re: What Has Been Done (User Rating: 1 )
by matts_sweetie_04 on Monday, 2nd August 2004 @ 11:06:40 AM AEST
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Again great poem cuz! Keep it up!
Love~n~stuff
emmy


Re: What Has Been Done (User Rating: 1 )
by XOashleyreneXO on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 05:56:48 PM AEST
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love it. you've captured how horrible some teenage boys are and what run through a teenage girl's head. one of your good capture-a-girl's-heart poems.

Love you bunches! ashley rene'




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