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[sid] => 34684
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[aid] => mick
[title] => One Tragic Tear
[time] => 2004-02-12 04:00:45
[hometext] => Still 14, still writing poems....please read!
[bodytext] => She looks into the mirror once more Before carefully stepping out the door Nervous and shy, she walks to school Though tries to appear calm and cool In the distance she hears a laugh She blushes and stumbles along the path ‘It’s him’, she sighs, filled with joy, Coz she lives her life for this one boy His black hair, his perfect face Is the reason she quickens her pace Because of him, she hid her knife Coz of him, she chose life… She enters class, her hopes are high She picks a seat close to that guy, Every now and then she risks a peek Although the teacher starts to speak, And asks a question to her it seems But the girl is lost within her dreams… Reality hits when she hears the sound, Of that boy laughing in the background “Friggin hell! She’s such a geek!” He says and she feels suddenly weak “I’d sooner die than touch that chick” Again the laughter, she feels so sick… Silence falls, so wide and gaping The only sound, is her heart breaking He walks to her desk with a sneer, And pours icy water down on her hair She slowly looks up, her mascara drips Tears in her eyes, trembling lips… She leaves before they see her cry But the tears build up, she wants to die. She runs back home, with no glance back Her wounded heart continues to crack. Back inside, she slams the door Looks into that mirror just like before But this time her anger bursts out She smashes that mirror with a loud shout, Her fist is bleeding, ripped and torn She collapses in a corner, feeling worn She feels so lost, her sorrow consumes She’s so alone in this big dark room… For once she wanted to feel loved But as usual, gets pushed and shoved Her father left when she was three Her mum’s a drunk, and hooked on ‘P’ Never home and too ***** to care ‘No wonder I’m screwed’ she wipes a tear ‘But no longer will they ruin my life’ She goes to the kitchen, grabs a knife So shiny and sharp, she stares in awe An escape at last, she shuts the door.. She pierces deep into the vein She doesn’t stop, ignores the pain Her arms, her legs, her feet, her hips Are all sliced up, the warm blood drips. She leaves her slender wrists for last For still she has yet one more task… She stumbles out to the garden shed No feelings of remorse or dread, And in the darkness, her fingers grope Reaching out for the tangled rope She undoes it, her eyes agleam She climbs and ties it to a beam Standing strong upon the deck She slips the knot around her neck, The guy she loved fills her last thoughts If only he’d loved her, but pain he’d brought, With a defiant nod, she takes one last breath, And plunges silently to her death… *** Twelve days later, her mum finds her dead Decapitated and rotting in the garden shed The day of the funeral finally arrives Grief’s in the air, but no mournful cries For nobody loved her or acknowledged her life Before she ended it with the rope and knife Except for one figure, alone in the rain Clothed in black, face tearstained His eyes are lowered, his face is blank He still regrets that awful prank He didn’t mean to hurt her so… But now she’s dead, she’ll never know- That he’s loved her since second grade, He’d longed for her but was afraid He lived to see her pretty face And wished to feel her sweet embrace Too long he’d kept his feelings inside If only he’d told her before she died… His heart was torn, his soul, it bled He couldn’t accept that she was dead The sadness took over and he froze Then placed on the grave a single rose Wiped from his face one tragic tear, Then walked away, filled with despair… [comments] => 7 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 32 [informant] => StarBeneathTheStairs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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