She works away diligently;
Ignoring the looks of disgust.
Probably puts on a smile,
Like she puts on her name tag.
I wonder what happened to her,
To make her so alone and sad?
Her hair dyed so many times,
That it has turned into thin straw.
So many piercings in her body,
Has made bare skin seem rare.
I wonder what happened to her,
To make her so alone and sad?
Her forearms have so many scars,
That the skin looks like scratched leather.
A swell of empathy in my heart,
As I look on at another 'Teen suicide' case.
There is always more behind the stat,
To make us wonder what happened.
Author notes
Just a piece I decided writing when I saw a girl working at Target or something.
A contest entry
- Tears Ran Dry, Echoes Of Sadness (( Give Me Dark, Creepy, Sad, Cutting, Suicide, Ex.)) by HereComesTheSun.
550 points, ended September 14, 2008, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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Hood-Winked!
Congratulations, dear Poet, on being ambushed by the Poetic Bandits!
I truly hope this mass visitation will bring a smile to your face and a renewed confidence to your writing. 
Wow...you're only sixteen and yet you write with the wisdom and depth of someone twice your age. Very impressive ~ and I like the empathetic energy in this piece. It almost made me feel your understanding of this poor girl's tragedies may be all that she needs to overcome her sadness. Where there is love and understanding, there is hope!
Blessings to you, Sweet Pea!
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i normally say you cant write about something you arnt but you did a fantastic job and made it worth reading.
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Its true how you can ask this. Then you try and figure it out how some people can lead themselves to things like this.
"A swell of empathy in my heart,
As I look on at another 'Teen suicide' case."
Ohh, I just love the word swell.
Nothing shy of sheer brilliance.
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