cherub
Bluelighter
This weeks poem I hope alot of people will comment on
Most people know someone who has or knows about someone who has "committed suicide"
This subject is not a joke nor funny and there is never a turning back it is the end of the line there is not hope of happiness, there is no chance to make things better. This weeks poem of the week is a focus not only on suicide but to me it presents a warning to everyone to look out for their friends & family. Take care in how they feel or act. It touched me so much not writting is so raw and clear is made me break down in tears. Not many poems can do that.
[size=3[FONT=times new roman] I hope everyone can read this and Remember everyone is in your life you care about is precious treat them that way[/size]
Thank you Buzzn_all_nite_long
I hope this helps you heal and maybe help someone else
outstanding writting.
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By:buzzn_all_nite_long
Struggle
As the blood spills out, through the gap in her skin
She struggles to hold the tears back
Her mind is fogging up, what has she done?
Everyone in her life has let her down. They will pretend to care, showing up at her funeral. Shedding fake tears. Making false statements about how much they care for and loved her. When really they were the ones who were slowing killing her. Torturing her soul, for their amusement. Eighteen years of her life were filled with misery. Did they know?
Of course they did. It was all part of the game. She was a piece in the game they played. She went out, now there will be a new piece, a new victim.
Her body started to tremble; she ached all over. She felt so cold. The blade slipped slowly out of her hand. It dropped onto the blood stained carpet. Her head felt as though it was swelling up. Her eyelids were so heavy. Her heart was beating faster and faster, feeling as though it would go through her chest.
Her whole body relaxed. Her heart slowed down. Her eyelids closed.
Her pain had finally ended.
By Jessi Miller 10/05/04 3:13am
thank you so much ~cherub~
Most people know someone who has or knows about someone who has "committed suicide"
This subject is not a joke nor funny and there is never a turning back it is the end of the line there is not hope of happiness, there is no chance to make things better. This weeks poem of the week is a focus not only on suicide but to me it presents a warning to everyone to look out for their friends & family. Take care in how they feel or act. It touched me so much not writting is so raw and clear is made me break down in tears. Not many poems can do that.
[size=3[FONT=times new roman] I hope everyone can read this and Remember everyone is in your life you care about is precious treat them that way[/size]
Thank you Buzzn_all_nite_long
I hope this helps you heal and maybe help someone else
outstanding writting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By:buzzn_all_nite_long
Struggle
As the blood spills out, through the gap in her skin
She struggles to hold the tears back
Her mind is fogging up, what has she done?
Everyone in her life has let her down. They will pretend to care, showing up at her funeral. Shedding fake tears. Making false statements about how much they care for and loved her. When really they were the ones who were slowing killing her. Torturing her soul, for their amusement. Eighteen years of her life were filled with misery. Did they know?
Of course they did. It was all part of the game. She was a piece in the game they played. She went out, now there will be a new piece, a new victim.
Her body started to tremble; she ached all over. She felt so cold. The blade slipped slowly out of her hand. It dropped onto the blood stained carpet. Her head felt as though it was swelling up. Her eyelids were so heavy. Her heart was beating faster and faster, feeling as though it would go through her chest.
Her whole body relaxed. Her heart slowed down. Her eyelids closed.
Her pain had finally ended.
By Jessi Miller 10/05/04 3:13am
thank you so much ~cherub~
