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[aid] => mick
[title] => Graveside
[time] => 2002-12-05 11:30:00
[hometext] => This is a poem, much like my others, about life. This particular one deals with the aspect of depression and its effects on people. I write my stories and poetry from the heart and from experience. I hope you can relate with my work in one way or anoth
[bodytext] => She was 19 and beautiful. A daughter untainted. With everything to live for. She hid her emotions From all. Deep inside she hurt. They saw her at school. She was always cheery and smiling. The guys thought she was cute. It tore at her soul, That unknown pain She never showed. She went to church. The congregation loved her. She was an excellent singer. Yet the agony and despair Never left. They haunted her even there. She graduated high school. Even thought about college. She is not there now. The sadness developed Into torturous thoughts. It consumed her. Alone in her room, She wept for herself. She wept for her life. Ravaged and torn She was in her mind. She knew it was time. To her father She bid goodbye With a note of love. To her mother She bid farewell With a note of love. To her brother, only 14, She bid him joy And happiness eternal. To Crystal, her "friend for life," She bid much luck With a bracelet once received. To the world, however, She expressed anger. She expressed hate. She expressed pain, grief and sadness. She despised the world. Erin had beauty. She had popularity and friends. Erin had life, And for that, we love her. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 577 [topic] => 32 [informant] => thespiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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