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A lonely death

ok.
so i grieved a bit.

lost in confusion,
and not knowing why.

i said i wished it would happen,
and when the words were said this time,
they were reallly meant,
and so u pass.

i filled of anger
over many different things.
i learned some things.

one thing i learned
was that when you create a life
of commitment towards hate and anger....
shedding it onto everyone else,
it is only your fault when you die
a lonely death.

to hear such words
from others
that there are no good words to offer
because of that person doing wrong
all their life"???

where should be the remorse?
i grieved my whole life because of u,
and now that you are gone,
it all ends.

i am going to lift my spirits
and try to create something
you never had...
honesty, and love, and trust.

people seem to think you knew
you were dying.

this i dont doubt.
i am lead to believe that you were ready,
and that is why you chose
not to fight it.

your life was over a long time ago,
and in short,
you got what you deserved in the end...

a shitty funeral.
you are lucky anyone even showed.

ok, so Mary understood you.
She was like You.
Bev, she need not even be mentioned.
She has not earned her place.
Everyone else,
you crapped on.

Where are you at now, mom?
Are you regretting anything?

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  • lexy23
    July 6, 2007

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    nicely done.
    when you write from true experience the feelings in the poem are a lot stronger.
    with sympathy.
    Lexy xx


  • Girl With Guitar silver member
    July 3, 2007
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    The end is definitly the best. It's not like the piece would be crap without the last two lines or even that the last two lines could be a poem on their own, the two complete each other I guess.

    When the time comes, my dear ap mom, you will heal and your own mom and childhood will just be part of your past. Like mine.
    Bandaid.


  • Cool.Indifference
    July 3, 2007

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    I love this poem, full of hate and despise. A few spelling and grammatical errors, but other than that, great job.

    TwT

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