Stuck inside
This thing called life
A miserable girl
Who can do nothing right
Voices talk
And fingers point
At the broken someone
They think they won
She’s been broken down
And abused
Lied to
And used
She forces a smile
Tries to hide the pain
Of all the scars
Left on her vein
A depressed no one
Cuts
To hide the pain
Leaving markings in her vein
Looks up at the sky
And starts to cry
I say I want to be wanted
But now I must die
Goes home that night
And end my life
With a blade to the wrist
Of a girl who wont be missed
Author notes
this poem is my life put into words
Written June 21st, 2006
A contest entry
- Help me out by Fade From Memory.
300 points, ended June 25, 2006, 17 entries
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What does this have to do with Rheumitoid Arthiritis? No to be rude, because this could have some meaning towards the disease, and if there is a meaning I would be happy to know about it. But as I was reading it I was looking for any sign that it had something to do with having sympathy for people like my mother who are sick with Rheumatoid and it just struck me as odd that you would write nothing about the subject and everything about how you want to kill yourself. I don't know. Do you have a relative or something with arthiritis? Please, explain this to me.
GOLDEN HAWK
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