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Author: crazygothchika
ASL Info:    15/f/oh
Elite Ratio:    2.36 - 21 /36 /9
Words: 404
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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if you have a good title for this please tell me!


One day a gril couldn't hold the pain
as she stood by her locker
she heard people saying things
they never even tried to stop her.

Her story is now down below
make sure that you read it all
if you don't you will not know
how she died in that bathroom stall.

You see her running down the hall
but you don't say a thing
she puts her back against the stall
and starts to release her pain.

She presses the razor down with care
something that he won't do
even when he tried it was never there
then she said all I am is used.

She slowly presses as hard as she can
to end more of her pain
she wonders if this only could
end her life today.

She makes a line
down the middle of her body
she begins to feel krippled
and she's losing her usless somebody.

Blood drips down her gentle arms
down onto the floor
no one will come in to be alarmed
because she's already locked the door.

She sits alone with nothing to fear
not even the time that she dies
she tries to get out all the tears
she doesn't want anyone to see her cry.

She patiently waits for her last breath
before the end is over
everything ended up a mess
after what her just told her.

Drowning in her own flesh
in the school bathroom
no one will ever know why she didn't
show up to class on this afternoon.

She finaly gasped for her last breath of air
the final drop of blood falls to the ground
her writs are coverd in red
her home is now found.

The next day in the paper
was the identity of a girl
and how no one could save her
and also how she hated
this horrible world.

But the truth was only he could save her soul
but instead he decided to leave her alone
after the day that her fairytale had been left untold
her voice was in a silent tone.

She screamed for help
but never asked
and all she felt
ended on the day that she couldn't last!

Submitted on 2005-11-16 17:19:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is good. interesting. and a school bathroom setting is original. good work. I thought that this had a lot of feeling, all expressed well throughout the poem. this is great work. I will talk to you later!

| Posted on 2005-11-27 00:00:00 | by Podenco del infierno | [ Reply to This ]
  cool, I thought this was really good. I like how you set it up as a story. You could name it... umm The story of a girl or something... because you know it is a story about a girl or oyu could name it... only you could save her... or why didnt you save her... something along those lines or you could judt leave it untitled. But anyeayz I liked it. I thought it was really good.

| Posted on 2005-11-16 00:00:00 | by Drea | [ Reply to This ]

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