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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Last Chance
[time] => 2003-04-21 12:05:00
[hometext] => This poem is about the Anger a child may face when being forced to deal with a death in the family. When really they are still deciding wether they want to live.
[bodytext] => He awoke every morning
Hoping it was his last he ould soon discover that his wish woul come fast got dressed, ate breakfast in the same ungrateful maner,day after day he kept shooting dirty looks his mothers way the guilt consuming her sent out dismay he paraded through the streets trampled into the grungy school place still upset and angry a the world he began to stomp so many were sorry,they cared,not just in case The teachers all smiled and he looked away his peers said "hey" and all he could do was smirk gay the all saw the hate within it ws no big secret it was in his eyes, vacant and gone hey wanted help, wanted to heal although he regret you see his dad was gone his one and ony rock trust with anyone had been demolished, and shot all he thouht : mock , mock , mock Not challenging his vocal cords he slowly slipped, half way through math the teacher called his name and he went insane grabbed his kniffy (knife) took it to his already weakened arms the teacher walked his way he threatened his neck if she didnt shut off the alarm The teacher was stunned and sad but she cared too much so she sat back down watching the blood then dismissed the class for lunch The teacher urged him to get help refusing that too the gym instructor came and held him down then, he knew what he had to do So he broke... and he cried...cried until al the tears were gone its what had to be done this time it wasn't a con He went to his mother eyes blood shot and puffy he was numbed inside why was everything so muffy recieving care, long needed attetion he talked and cried, talked and cried that was how his recent days went he couldn't deny, he had lied no longer would he hide his pain,or keep his anger hidden he now held in his mothers arms finally smiled past pains ridden... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Jilli_bean [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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