High school.
She walked alone throw the halls,
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Year after year
No one ever spoke to her,
They had their own friends,
Why would they care?
She tried to speak to them,
Tried to get to know them,
She was pushed away,
for no reason.
She stopped trying,
she left the others to be.
Life is not as exciting,
Living it alone.
She soon started living
in her own little world.
She forgot how to visit,
forgot how to laugh,
forgot how to have fun.
She was alone.
Her soul cried out for another,
Her heart search for love,
hopeless.
Walking down the street,
a group of guys ahead,
she tried to pass,
they blocked her way.
One got in her face,
“Get out of the way,
you f*cking b*tch!”
They pushed her aside.
She took the next corner,
in the distance she could hear the boys cruel laugh.
Those last two words,
F*cking B*tch!
They reached into her body
And sent knives into her heart.
Yes, she had been called such
Many times before,
It was not uncommon.
This time though,
-With all that had happened
That week
That day
That hour-
It hurt!
She clenched her teeth,
Trying to fight the pain,
Trying to hold back the tears.
No use.
Her eyes turned to waterfalls,
The last walls of protection
Around her heart
Crumbled to nothing.
Her soul cried out,
Trying to flee from this world.
F*cking b*tch
F*cking b*tch
F*cking b*tch
F*cking b*tch
F*CKING B*TCH!
Was that all she really was??
Had it always been her fault??
Was it all her??
Thought after thought,
finding it's way into her mind,
like salt to a deep wound,
burning like fire!
Everything she had kept inside,
Every pain,
Every sorrow
Showed it's power on her.
The lock was cracked,
the chains broken,
letting free within her,
the one who loves to hurt her,
by those last two words:
f*cking b*tch!
Two days later,
An article is found
In the newspaper:
“Teen committed suicide”
“But why?”, many people asked.
The boys that had seen her last,
Read the newspaper.
Besides the article,
Is a picture of her,
Smiling.
He reads it,
Guilt strikes him,
He brushes it away.
“Na, it couldn't have been her”
He walks off,
Choosing to forget,
Careless.
Author notes
this poem is dedicated to Sebastian E.
A contest entry
- From within the darkness comes... by ilovemyex.
400 points, ended December 20, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Ive felt like a ghost at a time. Its hard adjusting after being like a little antisocial. When you finally brake it could be bad. I have an explosive personallity and hope that one day I dont do something too extreme. I really liked this write. It spoke to me. Sometimes we choose to ignore things we have done. Not ,usuelly, to be dicks but to save ourselves.
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hey there....iv been called that many times....its hurtful, but I remain strong.
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Too many people are like the guy that decided to forget
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Wow, that was a really good poem! ( = Woohoo!
I could kind of relate to it!
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This was a very good poem. I love the story line ever though it is very sad. Great job!
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I can very much relate to the high school experience you describe. (not the exact insult of course.)
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well, i actually sort of had the highschool experience too. so i just put it all together when i wrote the poem.
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People don’t really treat pretty girls like that, do they? I thought they only did that in poems.
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well,
lol
,do they do it to "pretty" boiez?
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