my school was going to publish this poem. but they only wanted part of it so i wouldn't let them have it at all.
it's a bit depressing. no title.
And she ran through the door
And she ran up the stairs
And into her room
And into a chair
And with her face in her hands
She started to cry
Deep down she could feel it
She wanted to die
And she went down to the kitchen
And she picked up a knife
And she went into the bathroom
To end her own life
And with the knife on the counter
She filled up the tub
She said it out loud
"there's no point in love"
And she picked up the knife
She put it up to her wrist
She put down some pressure
The knife clenched in her fist
Her vision went blurry
She started to sway
The blood pooled on the floor
She'd done it the right way
She dipped her finger in red
She wrote it out on the mirror
"you'll be glad when i'm dead.
i hope your happy with her"
Her brother came home
He wanted a snack
He called out her name
But no one called back
He went up to the bathroom
And he opened the door
And there was his sister
In a puddle of blood
Dead on the bathroom floor.
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my sappy love poem that i wrote for lit. media.
There is a fear inside of me
A fear of losing you and not having you with me forever
A fear of never having you hold me again
A fear that i'll never hear you tell me you love me again
A fear that someday you'll forget all about me
A fear of being alone again
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