Half empty bottle Pt 1

by Hollywood   Nov 14, 2008


Footprints in the snow
Paint the best of pictures
No matter how you truly feel
Holding everything in
Letting everything go
Nothing seems to go right
Especially for a girl
Who has been lost in the dark
Never letting her true self shine
Constantly alone sitting at every lunch
Continuous fear filled glares are her only company

I'm Alexis Rea;
I'm 15 with no friends
I'm always the last to get picked for anything
I'm just a depressed girl
I thought that I was like the rest of them
But all they seem to talk about is my clothes
My hair and how skinny I am
I cry and I cut
I am an emo kid with low self esteem

Sitting outside on the swings
Boys walked up to me and started with the pushing again
Laughing and having their everyday fun
They point and make fun
I'm almost poor
My family is messed up
I absolutely hate being made fun of
Finally a day to wish would last forever
Finally I don't have to hate the person
Who looks back at me through the blurry school mirrors
Finally no more wanting to be someone else

A cute boy
Hollister clothing
Long black hair and green eyes
Walked up and told everyone to back up
Walking up to me and taking me by the hand
Walking me to my class
I don't have to someone else
Months go by
We start to date and I fall in love
Until everyone started with the making fun again
I felt bad
I walked to the bathroom
Took the razor and the pills

on the news
"We are sorry to inform you that this morning around 5 am a 15 year old girl named Alexis was found dead in her bathroom with an empty bottle of pain relievers and a bloody razor! A note was found but no one is releasing at this moment"

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  • 16 years ago

    by TiffanyTrippout

    I loved the ending.
    =( Now, now, don't call yourself emo..I mean, you can if you will, but I've been noticing those to brag... well not brag but say they're 'emo', normally get called posers, and I don't want anyone doing that to you=\.

  • 16 years ago

    by Yeka

    Great poem I have to give you porf. I love this one