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[aid] => mick
[title] => Little Thomas
[time] => 2003-12-24 12:04:43
[hometext] => This one's worth reading
[bodytext] => My name is Thomas, my life is bad Everyday kids make me sad I'm not popular, I'm flat out hated But for me this fate god has created I'm the butt of jokes, always teased They never let me rest at peace I'm only ten and I hate my life I want to end it with a knife It's not like anyone would even care Even the way my parents act is unfair I have no friends, I'm not loved Everyday I'm always shoved I want to fight back, I'm too weak I barely have the nerve to speak I go home with cuts and a bruise If I fall to the floor I'm told to move My parents yell, hit, and slap I have the evidence on my back They don't give me a hug, not even a kiss And everyday I live through this It's not like it matters, I don't exist It doesn't matter if I get p**t So why should I stay where I'm not wanted All those ugly words are always haunted Today at lunch I was hit with food As I stood up I was continuously boohd I ran out of the room, started to cry I had felt like I could die I ran away, found a place I hid I pulled out the gun, believe me, I did Put it to my head, pulled the trigger My self confidence hadn't grown bigger Now I'm dead, blood splattered on the wall Fifteen minutes later my parents get a call My mother screamed, my father cried They didn't know I wanted to die It's funny that now they'll give attention And it's now that they show affection The kids are school are completely shocked They don't know I hear the words they talk Yet no one is crying, it seems they don't care I guess my choice was justified and fair I can't say I'm happier, yet I'm not sad My life on earth had become so bad Now I burn in Hell as time has no end Even Diablo won't be my friend It seems in torture he takes his pleasure Why my soul does he not treasure Why did god create me like this How many others are on this list I got a chance to look at it, I'm the only one No one else's character fits, I shouldn't have been a son Hell is dark with fire, red and hot No matter what you won't reach the top Maybe I was a mistake and shouldn't have been born The teachers', students', and parents' hearts aren't torn Then I wake up in the morning, it was all a dream My parents come in wondering why I screamed They gave me a hug, my mother a kiss They couldn't believe I had dreamt of this I went to school, everyone said hi I instantly knew the dream was a lie I went on with my day in a much happier mood At lunch we started a food fight, no one was boohd When I went home, I slept on my bed In my dream I remember all words said And I can't help it, I begin to smile Just knowing I'll be on earth for awhile. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CuttersAngel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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