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Paint the Room Red
Contributed by
killingmehslowly
on
Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 05:23:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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She comes home to an empty house
Enter her dark room to see her curled upon the bed
she cuts herself deep, so that no one shall ever get her to rouse
She crys, she screams, she bangs her head
So confused, doesn't know what to want
He thoughts on the harsh words he said
Trying to ignore others who taunt
Tired of all the lies she's been fed
The door opens as she smiles
Soon her mother would find her dead
People would watch as police wrote files
Who would guess she had a heart of lead?
Who would have guessed it
They all figured she'd grow up and be wed
Then they remember how she used to sit
all alone filled with dread
She'd cry and she'd cry
not looking forward to the days ahead
Till she was driven to take her life
And her room was painted red...
Red with the blood that came from the knife.
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Re: Paint the Room Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 08:24:22 PM AEST (User
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powerful write. written well. im glad you posted it now so that i could read it =] |
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Re: Paint the Room Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by LEMMEN on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 02:35:34 PM AEST (User
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Great write so sad and filled with emotion. hopefully she will see she has a talent within.
~DENNIS~ |
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Re: Paint the Room Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Unheard_Mute on
Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 02:37:55 AM AEST (User
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sami, sami, sami... no suicidal, it are bad, stop thinking that way, you are in the having of the david... also, you need to stop thinking my poetry is so good because yours is not that not bad, which I think means good, but I'm too lazy to find out if it's a double negative right now... much more luv of doomy doomness to a little person of doomfulnessosity |
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