Missed

by death-upon-death   Oct 21, 2005


The morning light,
shine in a ray.
new sights,
for another day.

she wakes up,
with the sun on her face.
drowsing and drowzing,
at a slow pace.

but she doest care,
she wants to be dead.
gashes and cuts
bullet marks on her head

she pulls on her clothes,
she left on the floor.
she stares in a daze,
at the marks on her door.

but she doest care,
she wants to be dead.
gashes and cuts,
bullet marks on her head.

they stare at her,
as she enters the room.
criticize her looks,
sadness and gloom.

but she walks right by,
not saying a word.
\" we love you\" they say,
but they think shes absurd.

she closes the front door,
and walks for the gate,
one step closer,
to living her fate.

she catches her mate,
she spots in the street.
they just walk right by,
with the world at her feet?

but she doest care,
she wants to be dead.
gashes and cuts,
bullet marks on her head.

they reach the dump site,
AKA school.
full of fakers,
trying to be kool.

but then she spots him,
shes so keen,
such a cute lad,
is making her cream.

he likes her to,
but she to blind to see.
we only know,
just you and me.

he walks up to her,
makes his move.
smiling faintly,
its helps to sooth.

alright sexy,
I\'m coming your way.
see you to night,
at my par-tay.

she cant believe it,
for once she has luck.
shes got him now,
by a hook.

the school bell rings,
and she scurries back home.
she gets glammed up,
but mum alone.

but she doest care,
she wants to be dead.
gashes and cuts,
bullet marks on her head.

she races down stairs,
not saying a word.
\" i love you babe\",
but she pretends she never heard.

she slams the door,
in mums face.
and runs down the path,
at a fast pace.

in no times she there,
at his front door.
the blasting music,
sounds like a roar.

she enters the house,
gatherers in the hall.
still full of fakers,
trying to be kool.

she comes to a spots,
where they ring on the ground.
worshiping the substance,
that they had found.

he is there,
doing it too,
telling her,
to try something new.

she slumps on the ground,
and waits for her turn.
watching them do it,
as she learns.

its her turn now,
give it a whack.
leans in, snorts,
and falls on her back.

shes lost her mind,
shes lost her past.
she never knew,
that it worked that fast.

they are all laughing,
but not with her.
calling her names,
its all a blur.

you stupid b***h,
you have used it all.
go on get out of here,
you stupid fool.

but she doest care,
she wants to be dead.
gashes and cuts,
bullet marks on her head.

she scrapes to her feet,
as the music roars.
but she falls back down,
straight to the floor.

she lays on her back,
she cant feel her head.
waiting for a hand,
but they walk by instead.

then suddenly its gone,
has she gone blind?
no music,
no people,
they are hard to find.

but all she cant see,
is a bright light.
right in front of her,
burning her sight.

she floats to wards it,
in total Ecstasy.
\" never look back,
just listen to me.\"

but then she awakes,
in a white room.
with a man over her,
you have come so soon.

she knew where she was,
it was clear in her head.
this man was god,
and she was dead.

together they stood,
alone on the cloud.
gazing down,
at the panicking crowd.

\"look at them,
they have found you dead.
your family are sad,
but you are here instead.\"

\"but i will love you,
you belong to me.
cant you see my child,
i have set you free.\"

\"you will never feel pain,
or sadness again.\"
she wanted them back,
but she didn\'t know when.

\"my dare child you will see them soon,
for your mother has cancer,
but your father is doomed.\"

she felt so empty,
its not on his list.
she stared down at the people,
she truly missed.

but she doest care,
she wants to be dead.
gashes and cuts,
bullet marks on her head.

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  • 18 years ago

    by never_quite_me

    Good poem:) although its long, it doesnt lose it half way through, its great right up to the end. the repetitive phrase worked well too. keep up the good work.:)xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by sapphire

    This is a damn good poem it made my day

  • 18 years ago

    by sapphire

    This is a damn good poem it made my day

  • 18 years ago

    by Forsaken Redeemer

    I like this poem, especially the repetitive phrase,
    but she doest care,
    she wants to be dead.
    gashes and cuts,
    bullet marks on her head.

    it makes a nice ending as well.

    good work. keep going

    xXx