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    Author: dthforeverpain8
    ASL Info:    17/Female/TMON
    Elite Ratio:    3.26 - 112/217/289
    Words: 422
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 744
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
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       Okay I was watching medium the other day. Did you see it. Well the beginning, just took my breath away. It hurt to watch, but it was so true. This kind of flowed after watching it. I have been searching the internet ever since trying to find it and watch it again.


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    I see her, a sick school girl
    Ridden with the diseases
    Of being a teenager
    I can see her
    Somewhere behind the glass
    Just beyond my reach
    I watch her, she’s crying
    She’s broken,
    Even I can feel it
    Just look at her face
    She shakes her head
    But that doesn’t stop her
    She sits at the desk
    Still crying, more hysterical
    But slightly calmer now
    I watch in awe
    As she picks up a pair of scissors
    Silver, Shiny, Clean
    And holds them to her leg
    She Places the blade steadily
    And pulls until she draws blood
    Already I can see her breathe in
    More evenly, and the tears subside
    Behind the glass, my stomach flips
    I catch my breath
    And stare in utmost agony
    As she washes away the pain
    Scenes flip and soon she returns
    This time, unhappy,
    She looks angry, ashamed
    Her mother, beside her crying
    Brings back angry memories
    My heart drops
    My soul reaches out to calm her
    I pound, I panic
    But this glass stands still
    I want to stop her
    I long to tell her
    That the pain will go away
    I scream, in rage, in agony
    But she does not hear
    And once again the scenes flip
    I wait, patiently, trying to calm myself
    But as I see her mother on the stairs
    I fear what lies behind the door
    Is she dead? Has she given up all hope?
    The door opens, and behind it I see
    The girl, she is still alive
    But my heart falls again
    She is holding a razor
    In the dim light of her bedroom
    And she is covered
    In scratches, her flesh is torn
    From her back to her face
    And as she looks up at her mom
    And smiles proud of her work
    I see my face
    In her pain
    And I scream.
    I could have stopped her
    I find a chair in the room behind me,
    And throw it at the window
    Exerting all force
    The chair is reduced to splinters
    And the window still stands
    Mocking me
    In the room I see a table
    A pair of scissors on its surface
    Silver, Shiny, Clean
    And I cry
    I gasp for breath
    Trying, begging, praying
    But there is no escape
    From this living nightmare
    I switch off the Television
    Switch off the lights
    And go to sleep
    But in the night
    I find no escape
    Only nightmare ridden sleep



    And I have not yet found an end




    Submitted on 2009-02-18 14:01:34     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Wow Chan. Wow. I mean this was truelly and utterly great. SO much thought, so much emotion, so much perfect picturing through your writing. I absolutely love it, even if it is painful to read. Its so full of truth and pain and understanding. It took my breath away.
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    | Posted on 2009-02-18 00:00:00 | by Aangskate | [ Reply to This ]


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