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[aid] => mick
[title] => Darla- The story of a girl who lost control.
[time] => 2005-03-20 17:45:28
[hometext] => A poem based on true stories, and actual events. This is what bullying does to people..
[bodytext] => No, Don't take me there Please, I don't want to go A child screams into the light The barely audible 'No' Is running through her head. As her world falls apart Her parents barely notice They're gone every night They nearly always fight What’s going on? Why do they not care? She wonders as she cries Her life isn't fair. She sees the other girls at school She started just last year They've already got it in for her Her life is full of fear. She tells the teacher He sits and smiles 'But children have their little grudges It will go away in time' 6 Years later, and she's gone to comp The same girls sit and stare They point and laugh, spreading rumours He parents don't care They think it's all true She's been grounded a thousand times Smoking, skiving, having sex They think it's all been done. This is her life and they don't see They made her go to school But it was one time too many She went with a gun in her hand. She got some foundation, did herself up nice She wondered what they'd say She chuckled with a hint of hysteria Then to school she made her way. She wondered if life was this way Or was she just mad? She wondered what the papers would say 'Little Darla killed herself, how sad.' She knew no one would miss her But she would take down those girls She shot them one by one She looked them each in the eyes And as they pleaded for their lives She knew how they'd felt When they'd tortured her. She smiled her little smile With her eyes that could freeze hell She looked upon their terror stricken faces And without regret, stole their lives. She laughed at the others who stared The ones who'd egged the girls on She winked at a boy who'd said he'd screwed her And put the gun up to her head She knew they'd all be happy now Her parents always wished she was dead Every step she took Had been a knife into their heads. But then she thought of Alex Her hand upon the trigger faltered How could she comfort him When her parents told her brother That the fault was his? For she knew they would. But they'd then lavish attention on him He would be happier too Better if her forgot her Then she pulled the trigger. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 66 [informant] => DoomedCuthulu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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