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by believeinlove87 Sep 19, 2011
Sadness, depression /
"I can't do this anymore,"
She silently whispers,
pops open the bottle,
throwing all 30 into her mouth,
grabbing the bottle,
& chugging it all down.
Once a happy girl,
the one her friends looked up to,
thinking she has this perfect life,
when the truth is,
shes been broken more times then
she can count,
& more cuts then you can imagine.
Fears going home,
awaiting the next hit,
wondering if she still will remain numb,
begging god to stop the pain,
asking what is so wrong with me,
that my parents hate me so much.
Weeks pass by,
she isn't at school,
friends worried about her,
going to her house,
asking where is she at,
"She's no longer here,"
slamming the door shut.
When the truth is,
she killed herself,
couldn't handle the pain anymore,
the brutal beatings from her " loved ones ",
took all she could,
& finally gave up.
I love this poem!!
by aanika R I P
Aww..... that was truly sad.... depression is brimming like anything... :(
nice write anyways... :)
This is so touching !! it's a good poem and so sad, And i can relate to some of it x
great work, as usal !!!