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" Pen on the paper,
Pain in her eyes,
A guilty feeling,
Building in her mind.
Those scars on her arm,
Her memories of her past,
She knows this one will be her last.
She's not in his arms,
That feeling of lonleyness,
Makes depression her friend.
She wrote a note,
To all her loved ones,
This way everyone will remember,
All that's left is her Death,
With a suicidal note that she signed with a grin.
Blood on the paper,
Tears in her eyes,
Regret she was feeling,
Her true love on her mind.
Two new scars on her wrist,
Her memories she'll never forget.
With two arms holding her tight,
That felling of lonleyness died,
Depression faded and turned to love.
With one last beat of her heart,
Tears fell on her cheek,
Picking up her note,
All that was left was her death,
With a suicidal note she signed with a grin. "
- Pierced.
I wrote that Poem at work in my spare time.
My mum had read it and now she thinks that it's my suicidal note.
 ExxieDollie · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 01:27am · 1 Comments |
