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not a peep not a sound,
not a danger in sight.
Letting things happen,
however ther go,
and drifting along,
just so you know.
But what once seemed happy,
now sulking and gray,
sitting in here closet,
waiting to fall away.
Laying in the dark,
shivering in the cold,
holding the knife,
a move dangerous and bold.
Taking the time,
to delicatley decide,
where will she hide the marks,
the leftover thoughts of her suicide.
And with a jolting bolt,
a slitt of the wrist,
All the pain she once felt,
she never had the chance,
to be missed.
Her father mother sister brother,
sister mother brother father,
forgot she was even there.
Her savior and her christ,
the best thing in her life,
cost her the deadly price,
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Her Savior

Contributed by thegirlwithsolittle on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 06:55:06 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

she sits here all quiet and nice,
not a peep not a sound,
not a danger in sight.
Letting things happen,
however ther go,
and drifting along,
just so you know.
But what once seemed happy,
now sulking and gray,
sitting in here closet,
waiting to fall away.
Laying in the dark,
shivering in the cold,
holding the knife,
a move dangerous and bold.
Taking the time,
to delicatley decide,
where will she hide the marks,
the leftover thoughts of her suicide.
And with a jolting bolt,
a slitt of the wrist,
All the pain she once felt,
she never had the chance,
to be missed.
Her father mother sister brother,
sister mother brother father,
forgot she was even there.
Her savior and her christ,
the best thing in her life,
cost her the deadly price,
poetry of her suicide.

Copyright © thegirlwithsolittle ... [ 2004-11-12 18:55:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by WorthlesSanity666 on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 07:01:25 PM AEST
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Well, where ever it came from, it's great! :-D Good job, keep it up!

Felix The Great

Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 09:16:41 PM AEST
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written well. excellent write. but im confused on this part,

"Her savior and her christ,
the best thing in her life,
cost her the deadly price,
poetry of her suicide." it sticks out to me and im trying to see how this makes sense....

Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 10:39:45 PM AEST
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awesome, i love it!

Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by Thegirlwithsolittle on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 07:31:41 PM AEST
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i think this a really goood poem its makes really good sense...it is very touching!!

Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 07:53:53 PM AEST
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I like the last line: "poetry of her suicide." Very poetic =)

Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by cheech on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 07:54:57 PM AEST
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ur right... i do like...and i can relate...keep up the great work,i'll be sure to stay in tune with ya work,muh

cheech

Re: Her Savior (User Rating: 1 )
by Apolla on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 08:18:58 PM AEST
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This was a nicely written poem. It tells a story which is nice.

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