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She sits in her room and cries as she hears the screaming and beating
She contemplates death and picks up her razor, ready to put her life's test to an end
But a small voice inside her keeps saying not yet
her parents would call her a nothing and she felt she was going nowhere in life
everyone told her she should just give up
her life was meaningless, her friends were fake, her parents had problems and she thought that she was to blame
but as she brought the blade closer to her wrists, the tiny voice boomed, "No! Stop! You're not ready yet!"
So instead of slicing away at her life, she picked up a pen and started to write
she began to write about the hard times in life
and she shed her first tear in over a year
she was told it was silly to cry and it was wrong
that if you cried, you weren't strong
but through her writing her emotions poured, and by the end of the night she was feeling alright
because of that night, a new poet was born, never to be broken again by life's vicious fights
Whenever she feels like she means nothing and she wants to die, she simply picks up a pen and begins to write

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The Broken Poet

Contributed by Katie2008 on Tuesday, 5th October 2004 @ 08:13:41 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

It's late at night, her parents are in a fight.
She sits in her room and cries as she hears the screaming and beating
She contemplates death and picks up her razor, ready to put her life's test to an end
But a small voice inside her keeps saying not yet
her parents would call her a nothing and she felt she was going nowhere in life
everyone told her she should just give up
her life was meaningless, her friends were fake, her parents had problems and she thought that she was to blame
but as she brought the blade closer to her wrists, the tiny voice boomed, "No! Stop! You're not ready yet!"
So instead of slicing away at her life, she picked up a pen and started to write
she began to write about the hard times in life
and she shed her first tear in over a year
she was told it was silly to cry and it was wrong
that if you cried, you weren't strong
but through her writing her emotions poured, and by the end of the night she was feeling alright
because of that night, a new poet was born, never to be broken again by life's vicious fights
Whenever she feels like she means nothing and she wants to die, she simply picks up a pen and begins to write

Copyright © Katie2008 ... [ 2004-10-05 20:13:41]
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Re: The Broken Poet (User Rating: 1 )
by faith_my_eyes on Tuesday, 5th October 2004 @ 08:36:57 PM AEST
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writing can helps us express so much... I am so thankful for it

Re: The Broken Poet (User Rating: 1 )
by the_fallen on Tuesday, 5th October 2004 @ 08:44:47 PM AEST
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Your right:). Writing really does express your feelings

Re: The Broken Poet (User Rating: 1 )
by ll on Tuesday, 5th October 2004 @ 10:35:01 PM AEST
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i am one of those people who think not good enough. my best friend the_fallen knows what i mean.ur poem's great.unlike mine.people send negative comments to me.

Re: The Broken Poet (User Rating: 1 )
by Yousef on Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 01:17:17 PM AEST
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This is a very good poem, and well written too, I really do agree that when we feel stressed or sad or even when we feel extremely happy we write, we express ourselves through writing, I really loved the finale "Whenever she feels like she means nothing and she wants to die, she simply picks up a pen and begins to write", very powerfull words, Keep it up.

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