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[aid] => mick
[title] => Last Goodbye
[time] => 2004-12-17 10:25:52
[hometext] => This is about my friend Ashlee. I miss her everyday.
[bodytext] => Blood is slowly dripping from her fingers The smell of the bleeding cut lingers The cut was made with no remorse The knife cut her wrist with little force Her blood is still warm as it drops to the floor She doesn’t have to deal with any pain anymore Her mother just sits and cries As her daughter lays on the floor and dies All the time her father is unaware He can’t see his daughter’s blank stare For he left years ago But her pain she never dared to show She never showed how much she needed him there Needed him to be around and care So many times she had thought about doing it All she ever did with the knife was sit Sit and stare at the imprint it made Waited around until the feelings would fade But this time was different This time it made more than just a little dent It broke her shell and really made her cry She sat with the knife watching the hours go by All the time wanting to die This time she couldn’t help the feeling This time she never started healing Her pain just grew and grew Until she did what she felt she had to She let the knife tear at her skin She heard the clock as the chime signaled it was ten Her mother came to tuck her in bed The she saw the blood that had been shed She screamed out her daughter’s name And instantly felt she was to blame She sat and cried as she watched her daughter die For she never got to say her last goodbye [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => DominionOcculta [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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