A locked door.
A rusty razor.
A red stained towel
A folded note.
A broken mirror.
A young girl lays there on the floor dead.
Her emotions in a tangle..
The room begins to spin.
She was mom's perfect angel..
And daddy's little girl..
Daddy. I love you so much.
Mom. im not so perfect..
My emotions were fucked.
I Lay on the floor many times..
just to see what it would be like to be dead...
~.:Kierra.:~
Author notes
Okay..i can't remember if i found this somewhere..if you have seen it before..im sooo sorry...i forget if i see stuff from some where else or if its in my head.=[
And its not so good either...haven't written in weeks..
A contest entry
- Suicide Note by newnoakua.
700 points, ended August 6, 2008, 39 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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yes..
I like this a lot. It's very simple language that delivers very strong imagery. I love it.
On a personal note, I often pretend I have drowned or killed myself in the bath tub. It started when I was younger out of pure angst and depression...now I do it just to relax. I find that if you are worked up pretty good it's very soothing to get in the water and just stop breathing for a while.
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Not good my bum. (tehe, bum)
This is really good. I enjoyed it alot!
"Her emotions in a tangle..
The room begins to spin.
She was mom's perfect angel..
And daddy's little girl.."
It just fit so beautifully. Great job.
Good job and best of luck in the contest!
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