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    dots Submission Name: The day i died insidedots
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    Author: WhErEaMi
    ASL Info:    16/f/nc
    Elite Ratio:    2.95 - 35/38/24
    Words: 250
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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    dotsThe day i died insidedots
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    The silent car ride,
    The tearful eyes
    The day I finally died inside.

    The blood soaked wrist
    And the glistening knife
    Were the things that
    Should have ended my life.

    They rushed me off
    To the hospital that night
    A place for people
    Who lived in fright

    The horrific white walls
    The tensions cold air
    The children crying out
    In their pain and wear

    The dark room
    My roommate and I kept
    Was the one that haunted me
    Every night when I slept.

    The blood that was drawn
    I still painfully lack
    It haunts me these days
    To ever look back.

    Ten therapy sessions
    Each day and night
    So overwhelming
    I wanted to fight.

    The bolted windows
    The locked doors
    The imprisoned children
    In the psychiatric ward

    Letters from loved ones
    Saying I love you so much
    Them saying they need me
    And miss me and such

    I open the closet
    In the bedroom
    So plain
    The door filled with
    Carvings and drawings
    And names

    A phrase carved into
    That old wooden door
    It read Kelly died here
    And I could not ignore

    To this day I wonder
    If that Kelly is alright
    If she has fun with friends
    Or has sleepless nights

    I remember that day
    With the glistening knife
    The blood soaked wrist
    And the horrible life

    I still walk on
    With my head held high
    As I think of the
    Day I died inside.




    Submitted on 2006-02-17 22:00:02     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      omg, i totaly think iam in love with your writing, ive been there, done that and the way you decribed made me shiver with memories that i don't want. Its overwealming. i love it great poem -jess-
    | Posted on 2006-05-08 00:00:00 | by gothicgirl | [ Reply to This ]


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