Author: The Lost Girl
I heard the screaming and I walked to the door,
I opened it up and there she was on the floor,
Blood was pouring from her open wounds,
she said that she knew her life would be gone soon.
I asked her why as I knelt by her crying,
she gave me a smile that said she's happy dying,
She replied with the most serene voice ever,
saying that life was too much to weather,
It was too fast, too demanding, too hard,
and death was something that was never too far,
she said that if she stayed here things would be the same,
so leaving this earth was the name of her game,
I held her hand as she droped the stained knife,
and told her that she was lying, she really wanted life,
She closed her eyes and her head she shook,
I knew she was honost, I read her like a book,
She took a deep breath and nothing else was said,
and her pleasent smile remained as she laid the dead.
Not soon after I noticed something about the girl-
she was me- when I gave my successful suicide a whirl.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Taylor james (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, June 20 2005, 05:36 pm|
hey tlg, this poem brings tears to my eyes,i really like it,i have been through this feeling, and know what its like, believe me.all i can say is that one day you will be happy.
|The Lost Girl (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, June 21 2005, 04:37 pm|
I would like to thank you for all of your comments that you post for my poems. They're very inspiring, even if they are the shortest of words. Thank you.
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