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[title] => Final Flight of Karen
[time] => 2004-11-22 19:11:28
[hometext] => This is my best one I think, more of a ballad than anything else, took me all of math, french and lunch.
[bodytext] => When the world turned its back on you What happened to you then? You went home broken, shattered and lonely And made your way to bed But the pills didn't numb you up And the drinks didn't wash away the pain Thats when you saw the razorblade Its steel toothed smile gleaming in the dim light You took it in your quaking hand And split your skin, your innocence and your soul The crimson blood flowed so silky smooth Out of the canyon in your skin You smelled and tasted your own blood And cut yourself again You woke up in the pail dawn light Ypur head in a pounding rage You started blurry eyed at your scars Some of which still bleed You wept when you thought of facing the world And showing them what you had done Deeper and deeper you sliped Into a darker world of pain You soul is black and your heart is clouded No cure in a fist full of asprins You stumbled down the stairs Some coffie and some badages On the table before school A long sleeve shirt over your head And your keys in your hand You drove to school with one sore arm And your hair was all a mess Your friends saw a change in you It wasn't for the best People all turned and talked As you stumbled by No make-up for this girl today No perfectly dry eyes In english you took a pass To the bathroom and the past The metal monster in your pocket Longs for some release Blood fell on the floor Mixing with your tears You didn't hear the bell ring Or the English teacher come in The doctors said you weren't crazy But your not so sure Your parents wept and were ashamed Their daughter was a cutter The took away your razorblade The outlet for your pain They said it wasn't healthy But you didn't care anymore You didn't wanna feel You took the shinning blade and ran Out the office door You ran through all the hallways You burst through all the doors "The final flight of Karen" you wept Tripping past your class Your friends came to see you To watch you stumble and fall You took up the razorblade And slit across your throat And so I watched you sleep there Pooled in sorrow and blood [comments] => 4 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 55 [informant] => socialburnin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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