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The Past
Contributed by
sick_n_twisted
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Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 12:39:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Run In her room
See her on the floor
Blood everywhere
Look at her wrists
Why would she do this?
The next day is her birthday
Her presents sit there never opened
Her life stays on hold...permently
Because she died when she was 14
With blood chunks in the hair
Long,Deep Cuts in her wrists
Blood stained floor
What was so horrible in her life
That made her wanna die like this?
Was it her past?
Cause her present seemed perfect
and the future was looking great
see how the past eats people up
Just cant seem to stop thinking about it
And more and more you hate it
you start taking it out on people
then you cut yourself just a little
then a little turns into alot
Even if you say your gonna stop
then the idea seems to just pop
And a slice
A slice of you dignity,your soul
A slice of sanity from your mind
But the feeling you need to find
that cold sharp blade
makes a cold dead body
lying on the floor in your room
Drenched in your own blood
Because of your past
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Re: The Past
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by Unbreakable on
Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 12:52:53 PM AEST
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OMG, I just read this poem and I'm practically in tears. I can relate to this poem in almost every aspect. The thing that gets me the most, and you practically summed it up, is that it's always the past that eats you up, even if your present life is great. People never forget. Extremely well written.
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Re: The Past
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by Whisper on
Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 08:16:45 PM AEST
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OMG what a sad write. The emotions it brings to the mind is tingling with me still. Cutting even spoke is almost like the forbidden but to have a feeling behind the why is close on target -I can only imigine.
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