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by Paula Mar 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Everyday of her life She walks around Walking through the halls Staring at the ground She doesn't have a friend She is all by herself She goes home at night And takes her book off the shelf She writes down what happened What went down that day You can tell the days she cryed cause the drops don't go away If you look on every page You can see little stains You see where the ink ran The memory remains In this little book She writes what's on her mind And no one really knows All the pain that is behind Behind every story Every single poem she wrote Behind her pretty smile Behind her suicide notes No one really new and no one really cared I don't think anyones life Could really be compared Because no one cared Because she had no friends She wrote her last story About her life she would soon end She wrote it in the book On the very back cover Cause the pages had been filled For what people would soon discover They would finally get to read All the story's that she wrote About the things she went through They would read every single note Her last entry was dated April 7th 2005 It was titled Now I'm not alive By the time someone found her She was soaking in her blood The book was there beside her Also soaking in the flood For many years after The book was never read Until someone found it And 3 days later they were dead They killed themselves Cause of so much guilt They never realized All the pain that they built So anyone out there Who likes to taunt and tease Remember this story And oh just stop please-Please comment or vote- Means alot-
by Jane Do-Re-Mi
:(
by Debbie
Beautiful
by Shiba263
I loved this poem, it was spellbinding, it was great. Good work :)
by sahar alameddine
Just wow .... i wish if i was the one who wrote it :(
by ladiiie
Omg.... ii luv iit.. seriously ii really do love iit.. its wow..
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