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Array ( [sid] => 132025 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => That Goth Girl [time] => 2007-02-23 10:47:38 [hometext] => Personally I think I did an okay job I don't think it flowed together like it should have i dunno what do you think [bodytext] => Everyday I walk out the

door with my head held up

high,but you'd never guess

that inside I really cry,

My heart is filled with

saddness and pain,sometimes

I wish i'd just slit my

wrists and slowly decay,

the problem with me is that

nobody understands,i'm

constantly treated like

an outcast because I like

the color black,

school to me is like a battle

of lables,instead of using

weapons words prove to be

fatal

they are spat at me with extra

venom,all because I don't own

the latest denim,

but they only see the exterior

of me,the black eyeliner,the

tattoos,the and all of the

piercings

as I walk down the hall to my

next class,I here somone scream

out goth,and others start to

laugh

I here my name being

whispered down the halls,

I get so caught up in it that

I almost fall,

as people stare I feel a sharp

pain in my chest,I can't

take this anymore,I'm tired of

being depressed!

I rush into the girls room,

I am about to do sometihing

the voice in the back of my head

has been telling me to,

I pull out my razor and start

to cut,as I see the blood

I feel a rush,

I purposely take one last

deep cut,hitting a vein,blood rushes

out and I start to feel faint

taking out a piece a paper

I write something down

before falling on the cold

wet tile,and lying there on the ground,

Before I knew it I was there dead

beside me there was a paper that read,Br>
Everyone makes life sound so sacrad,but

it was you not the razor that

killed me it was your hattred
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => spend782 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

That Goth Girl

Contributed by spend782 on Friday, 23rd February 2007 @ 10:47:38 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Everyday I walk out the

door with my head held up

high,but you'd never guess

that inside I really cry,

My heart is filled with

saddness and pain,sometimes

I wish i'd just slit my

wrists and slowly decay,

the problem with me is that

nobody understands,i'm

constantly treated like

an outcast because I like

the color black,

school to me is like a battle

of lables,instead of using

weapons words prove to be

fatal

they are spat at me with extra

venom,all because I don't own

the latest denim,

but they only see the exterior

of me,the black eyeliner,the

tattoos,the and all of the

piercings

as I walk down the hall to my

next class,I here somone scream

out goth,and others start to

laugh

I here my name being

whispered down the halls,

I get so caught up in it that

I almost fall,

as people stare I feel a sharp

pain in my chest,I can't

take this anymore,I'm tired of

being depressed!

I rush into the girls room,

I am about to do sometihing

the voice in the back of my head

has been telling me to,

I pull out my razor and start

to cut,as I see the blood

I feel a rush,

I purposely take one last

deep cut,hitting a vein,blood rushes

out and I start to feel faint

taking out a piece a paper

I write something down

before falling on the cold

wet tile,and lying there on the ground,

Before I knew it I was there dead

beside me there was a paper that read,Br>
Everyone makes life sound so sacrad,but

it was you not the razor that

killed me it was your hattred

Copyright © spend782 ... [ 2007-02-23 10:47:38]
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Re: That Goth Girl (User Rating: 1 )
by one11 on Friday, 23rd February 2007 @ 11:42:26 AM AEST
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we are always the worst judge on ourselves. what a powerful message in this piece.

Re: That Goth Girl (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Friday, 23rd February 2007 @ 12:57:27 PM AEST
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highschool is a hard thing.. I know how you feel. so you like the color black.. sometimes people pick on people just because they dont like the way someone dresses or becaue their friends pick on them. they don't have a mind of their own.. you should always be yourself. and when highschool is over all the clicks and labels don't even exsist.. you will see that .. this is a very sad peice though and well expressed.. I did enjoy reading it.. but seriously hang in there things will get better.

vampyress Jenni

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