The ringing echoes through her ear,
Passes it through the other.
The sounds of bodies being slammed to walls;
But the only one she hears,
Is hers.
As the fake smile is plastered on;
The abusive thoughts race in her head,
As she hides something she shouldn't.
As the fakeness is starting wear off,
Slowly back to her old self.
Can't anyone tell?
That she's asking for death?
People walk by;
Whispering about her appearance,
Starting to make jokes about her.
As the cold facade is playing,
Deep down she feels hurt and pain.
She wonders where she could be safe.
Hiding away?
Dead for eternity?
The choices of those two won't prevent.
Can't they see?
That she is suffering?
Wearing long sleeve shirts in the summer,
To cover the damage that has been done.
The fact that her eyes drift away from everyone.
Her head bowed so she won't see;
The fact that she doesn’t speak,
Not even ask questions anymore.
She knows what she is.
A Wiccan;
A witch waiting to be burned.
A vampire ready for it's eternal life to end.
God never saved her,
Or her friends from anything.
He's just a necromancer;
Look at the people who have turned insane,
To a experiment,.
Isn't your God suppose to love and care for others?
Not make them suffer?
Who knows anymore,
To the world she is just another person.
That doesn't understand the purpose of abuse,
Nor what life can do to help.
All she does is just walk,
And try to get away.
Bella Knoll
7/2/07 7:56pm
A contest entry
- Do you have what it takes by Improv Machinery.
400 points, ended July 5, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - In the times od despair by Xx Emo Teddy xX.
300 points, ended August 18, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is a great poem and all, but it doesn't fit this contest and it isn't following the rules, so sorry, but i must remove it
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i can relate very much to this poem...
although you feel this way...therre are others who notice..
i see poeple who suffer and leave them be...
not because im heartless
but because everytime i do try to help..
it seams to back fire..
or they never leave my side...
this poemmade me remember why i did help..
and you are slowly ringing me back.
i thank you very much for this enty..
its very inspirational to me...
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imspeechless after reading this. great write. ill comment further after i read this a few more times. thanks for entering and good luck in the contest
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i wish i could give you a hug and make everything better. unfortunately, i can't. but if you ever need someone to talk to, i'm here. and i'm not just saying that, i truly mean it.
keep writing, keep getting it out.
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