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Array ( [sid] => 79634 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Her hated life [time] => 2005-01-12 18:44:42 [hometext] => Think of who you want to be, the girl or the Father? [bodytext] => Laying on the floor of her bedroom,
Hoping someone will come save her,
Tears are rolling down her face,
And no one seems to care,
She sees the knife on the floor beside her,
Her only friend,
Bleeding inside and out,
she wont forget,
she thinks shes nothing,
she wants to die,
On her bedroom walls she has pictures,
But they are not only pictures,
They are memories,
Memories of her hated life,
She runs her fingers through her hair,
The dark red blood stains it,
It stains her life,
It wont ever go away,
The tormented screams go through her head,
It wont stop.
She sings her self to sleep that night,
In the morning her family sees that she's dead,
But that's not all they say that day,
Just a note,
On her walls she painted her pains,
She painted her life,
Her hated life,
They didn't realize they were to blame,
They didn't listen,
Didn't realize her pain.
Her Father gentally pick up the knife,
In his palm he didn't see the knife but her face,
Her life was in his hands,
But he didn't see,
He chose to forget.
All she wanted was to be heard,
But she was lonley, and forgotten.
And when they go to visit her dark and lonley grave,
They stand there and hope that she'll come back,
Just for one day.

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Her hated life

Contributed by juggalette_chick666pk on Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 06:44:42 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Laying on the floor of her bedroom,
Hoping someone will come save her,
Tears are rolling down her face,
And no one seems to care,
She sees the knife on the floor beside her,
Her only friend,
Bleeding inside and out,
she wont forget,
she thinks shes nothing,
she wants to die,
On her bedroom walls she has pictures,
But they are not only pictures,
They are memories,
Memories of her hated life,
She runs her fingers through her hair,
The dark red blood stains it,
It stains her life,
It wont ever go away,
The tormented screams go through her head,
It wont stop.
She sings her self to sleep that night,
In the morning her family sees that she's dead,
But that's not all they say that day,
Just a note,
On her walls she painted her pains,
She painted her life,
Her hated life,
They didn't realize they were to blame,
They didn't listen,
Didn't realize her pain.
Her Father gentally pick up the knife,
In his palm he didn't see the knife but her face,
Her life was in his hands,
But he didn't see,
He chose to forget.
All she wanted was to be heard,
But she was lonley, and forgotten.
And when they go to visit her dark and lonley grave,
They stand there and hope that she'll come back,
Just for one day.

Copyright © juggalette_chick666pk ... [ 2005-01-12 18:44:42]
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Re: Her hated life (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 07:02:46 PM AEST
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I think I would rather be the sexy guy who lives down the street..Or was that not a choice?

Re: Her hated life (User Rating: 1 )
by MorbidDeath on Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 10:03:45 PM AEST
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definately not the father but i was once the girl which frightens me now. Loved your write hope to read more from u.

Re: Her hated life (User Rating: 1 )
by Unheard_Mute on Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 06:37:47 PM AEST
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aw that was so sad, it was very emotional... very nice write

Re: Her hated life (User Rating: 1 )
by killingmehslowly on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 04:56:19 PM AEST
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very emotional and a very good write. I can tell you I've had similar feelings to the girl. My relationship with my stepdad might not be that great, but I can tell you he'd be upset like the dad in your poem if I ever killed myself.

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