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by S R P Apr 1, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Behind the closed door is a sight to see a withered little girl on her knees. Shes begging to the gods just begging for release begging for them to take her so she can be free... Such a pitiful sight but no one sees behind closed doors shes unleashes her disease. Her hands clasped together she looks toward the sky her bottom lip quivers and a tear slips from her eye.She shakes and she shivers she pleads and she pleads but to no avail she gains no release.. They think its funny to put her through pain they thinks its a laugh just part of a game.. They laugh in her face they sweep aside her pride marveling in her disgrace while she runs and hides. How they find it funny I will never truly know because I'm that little girl who's sunken so low.
by Maisha
This is a great poem... -Maisha
by INDIE
Wow thats amazing(well the poem,im really sorry about what happened to you) + its a very catchy title