An unhappy boy in an Evil Place,
With bloody tears all over his face.
He was hurting, thinking he was All Alone...
We would have helped if we would have known.
He was depressed, hardly talked,
And dragged his feet when he walked.
[The man he knew to call him "Son"
Liked to hunt and owned a gun...]
One night, when he was home alone,
He called his best friend on the phone:
"Sorry, Johnathon, I can't come over there."
He hung up, anxiety slowly turning into fear...
Now he was angry and wanted to end his life.
He went to the kitchen for a knife.
"No, that will take too long, and I would see my blood,
It would start as a river, end as a flood..."
He went to the room where his father slept,
Into it he slowly crept.
What happened next, he didn't care!
And the blood, invisible to him, was everywhere...
Author notes
I don't really know a Johnathon Stone, he's a character in some of my stories; I do know people who killed themselves, but this isn't about them. Or me, because Jonhnathon's a guy, I'm a girl.
Written October 11th, 2005
A contest entry
- the awesomest contest ever by WtfPancake.
455 points, ended February 18, 2006, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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wow deep emotions with sadness... and it reminds me of a book that I have read, that I nearly could not stop crying at. this was very well done, and I thankyou for sharing this piece,
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kick ass man. I like your style.
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WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.. Thank god this is not true.. You did a great job with the emotion, I loved this poem, Awesome job with this.. You are very talented, I can't wait to read more of your work .. Keep up the great work
I would applaud this but I have no applauds left, sorry
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