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by goldie   Jun 29, 2006


Fustration. Depression. Complicated life.
The life of a teenager
A story of a girl
Who's suffering
Three words that explain
So much
But says so little
Those three words
That put thoughts into people's heads
Like oh, she's suicidal.
Those three wrods
That mean everything horrible
All you need to know
About this girl
Are those three words.
She's fustrated, depressed, and complicated.
She didn't choose this life
It was just given to her.
Like any other
She doesn't enjoy any of it
The moments she's had with her friends and family
She was glad.
But then everything came back down crumbling on top of her.
She's off to high school
Pretty soon
And she's very nervous
She doesn't want to go
And now she might even
Need to change schools.
At this point
Life doesn't mean
Anything to her
She has no motivation to live
Yet she's still here.
Pretty soon
She'll give in
And no one will even care.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Snowdrift

    Alot of people care! All you friends care. Keep hanging in there.

  • 17 years ago

    by Sharon

    Really nice

  • 17 years ago

    by Sarah Mirabile

    Please don't give in, I care about you. High School wont be that bad, don't runaway from your fears, conquer them