Death
That's what I thought about
When I saw my mother crying
I sat there
Knowing she was dieing
But couldn't do anything
All I could do was sit and cry
Cry about death
Cry about the pain
Cry about the truth
I couldn't make it stop
I couldn't save her,
From her own death
But the pain never went away
Not ever after her death
I see her every time
I look in the mirror
I can't look at any part of my past
Whithout thinking of her
When I think of her
I try to think of the times
When everythning was good
But no matter how hard I try
I always go back to the New Years Eve Before she died
She was in such pain
I thought she would go that night
I was so scared
I wanted to run
Run as fast as I could from there
Author notes
written on 7/17/06.
A contest entry
- BEAUTIFUL life changing, powerful and thought provoking. by SeptemberFaith.
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"knowing she was dieing" ... dieing should be dying.
I think that this is very emotional. I dont really like the background thought, I dont think it goes at all with the peom you wrote.
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i did this background because it was the only pic i had of a tweety at the time. my mother's nickname was tweety. there's a reason y i do everything
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Wow! I really like this piece. There's a lot of emotion in it and it's very heart felt! Great work!
Hugs and bubbles... x
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