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Array ( [sid] => 6131 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => they'll remember you [time] => 2002-11-03 08:00:00 [hometext] => I wrote this after the columbine shooting *sigh* if only people read it before that day we wouldn't have had that shooting [bodytext] => I like to tell you, a very sad story,
about a boy long, long ago.
He was used, and mentally abused,
and everyone looked down and away.

Lost in his hate, and lost in his fear,
he blamed them for he was insane.
They played with his mind,
and over the time, he fell into their game.

Twisted and used, always abused,
soon he would have to break.
No one can blame him,
yet no one can save him,
for they not know who it was.

The parents to blame,
for they made him insane,
by playing the deadly game.
***** up his mind,
and over the time,
he's lashed out over again.

I can not tell you,
it is not pretty,
of the things that he does.
He takes the abuse,
from family and friends,
and kill's everyone on the bus.

Takes it to school,
oh a bloody pool,
as he shoot's people he hates.
And by the end,
he still has no friends,
as he lies dead next to hell's gate.

Oh what a story,
he shoots up his family,
friends and people he hates.
For what great reason,
from all the teasing,
this is where we all turn.

Remember the picked on,
remember the outcast,
for they'll remember you.
Do not judge them
by what is appearing,
for they'll only remember you.

Now you all know,
a long time ago,
a tragic struck the world,
caused by the hate,
of families and friends,
that made him insane.

Remember the picked on,
remember the outcast,
for they'll remember you.
Do not judge them
by what is appearing,
for they'll only remember you.

Remember the picked on,
remember the outcast,
for they'll remember you.
Do not judge them
by what is appearing,
for they'll only remember you. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 39 [informant] => metalmouth666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

they'll remember you

Contributed by metalmouth666 on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

I like to tell you, a very sad story,
about a boy long, long ago.
He was used, and mentally abused,
and everyone looked down and away.

Lost in his hate, and lost in his fear,
he blamed them for he was insane.
They played with his mind,
and over the time, he fell into their game.

Twisted and used, always abused,
soon he would have to break.
No one can blame him,
yet no one can save him,
for they not know who it was.

The parents to blame,
for they made him insane,
by playing the deadly game.
***** up his mind,
and over the time,
he's lashed out over again.

I can not tell you,
it is not pretty,
of the things that he does.
He takes the abuse,
from family and friends,
and kill's everyone on the bus.

Takes it to school,
oh a bloody pool,
as he shoot's people he hates.
And by the end,
he still has no friends,
as he lies dead next to hell's gate.

Oh what a story,
he shoots up his family,
friends and people he hates.
For what great reason,
from all the teasing,
this is where we all turn.

Remember the picked on,
remember the outcast,
for they'll remember you.
Do not judge them
by what is appearing,
for they'll only remember you.

Now you all know,
a long time ago,
a tragic struck the world,
caused by the hate,
of families and friends,
that made him insane.

Remember the picked on,
remember the outcast,
for they'll remember you.
Do not judge them
by what is appearing,
for they'll only remember you.

Remember the picked on,
remember the outcast,
for they'll remember you.
Do not judge them
by what is appearing,
for they'll only remember you.

Copyright Â© metalmouth666 ... [ 2002-11-03 08:00:00]
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Re: they'll remember you (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 08:39:35 AM AEST
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This is so sad
and it's not fun to be
picked on, people
don't realize what it
does sometimes
Great write
Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

Re: they'll remember you (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 4th November 2002 @ 01:57:21 AM AEST
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I agree the people who think they are beter than any one else really isnt! So DONT PICK ON ANY ONE,THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOO!!great poetry
Christina

Re: they'll remember you (User Rating: 1 )
by Jennifer_Deanne_Driscoll on Monday, 19th May 2003 @ 07:34:01 AM AEST
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Such a sad poem. Its so harsh the way people can pick on each other.

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