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Array ( [sid] => 137641 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sickly Staci [time] => 2007-10-03 09:07:58 [hometext] => Haha my friend wanted me to write a poem about her and this is how it ended up: [bodytext] => Broken mirrors reflect her rejected thoughts
Crumpled and thrown in the corner
Burried in the excess waste and amputated flesh

Now her tears come to terms with acceptance
Frail, empty, weak
This is what's left of your shattered carcass

Her eyes close but she can't escape the pain
The surface scarred and beaten with adopted hate
Inside, a broken heart hangs dormant
Drowned in an eternal storm of shapeless pills and razor chills

Her eyes close but she can't excape the pain
Now they're entwined in the filth
Never to produce the tears again

Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
What's left to kill?

Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
What's left to die? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 276 [topic] => 66 [informant] => wretched_reflections [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )

Sickly Staci

Contributed by wretched_reflections on Wednesday, 3rd October 2007 @ 09:07:58 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

Broken mirrors reflect her rejected thoughts
Crumpled and thrown in the corner
Burried in the excess waste and amputated flesh

Now her tears come to terms with acceptance
Frail, empty, weak
This is what's left of your shattered carcass

Her eyes close but she can't escape the pain
The surface scarred and beaten with adopted hate
Inside, a broken heart hangs dormant
Drowned in an eternal storm of shapeless pills and razor chills

Her eyes close but she can't excape the pain
Now they're entwined in the filth
Never to produce the tears again

Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
What's left to kill?

Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of suicide
What's left to die?

Copyright © wretched_reflections ... [ 2007-10-03 09:07:58]
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Re: Sickly Staci (User Rating: 1 )
by lost_chadow on Wednesday, 3rd October 2007 @ 01:05:26 PM AEST
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Oh, trust me, there are plenty of things worse than death. Suicide protects no one.
Very fast-paced write, almost suspenseful, very edgy. Me likey.

Re: Sickly Staci (User Rating: 1 )
by drkness_awts_as_lvrs_hate on Wednesday, 3rd October 2007 @ 01:29:53 PM AEST
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I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME TO WRITE ABOUT THEM LOL I TRY TO BE NICE BUT ALWAYS FIND SOMETHING WRONG TO SAY

SCOTT

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