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by Katlynn Dec 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Tears drop from her eyes. while she looks up at the sky. and prays one last time. she made a crime. her mother can't believe she did. she made her father hate more. the night she looked her door. tears rabbling up. and shot her self. she couldn't stand it here anymore. she fell to her floor. and blood all over. now her mom is crying. her dad doesn't care. wouldn't bare. they had a ceremony. of her remembrance. but her dad never went. he hated her. but this poem isn't true. what i have told you. she didn't want to die. she only wanted to cry. but her father is the one who slammed the door. it was her father. who made her die. he pulled the trigger. it went to her skill. he ran out. made a shout. after he washed the blood off. pretending her cared. he hated his daughter. he was happy she was died. he never cared. and never bared.
by Live, Laugh, Love
OMG that is so sad!!!!