There was my uncle who touched me when I was twelve...
Then my mom...the things she said, the way they felt.
I was a virgin, the grandparents called me a whore,
Said I was fucked like my mother and would never be more.
It hurt and I cried, fatal damage had been done inside.
It damaged my pride so bad I wanted to die tonight...
Before I could cross the line I guess I realized
that to take my own life could only serve to satisfy
the people I would hope the loss of me would agonize
so now instead of mine, I'm planning their suicides.
A contest entry
- Suicide Note by newnoakua.
700 points, ended August 6, 2008, 39 entries
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Comments
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Hmm... an interesting spin on the contest. I guess I didn't specify who the suicide had to be about. Not necissarily yourself. Hmmm... I like this new twist. Yay for individuality!
The poem was very good itself. The flow was fabulous!!!
Great piece and best of luck in my contest!
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