A young girl sits
in a dark room. Wishing
she could die. She's searching
for a way out.
Desperately looking for
a gun. She can't find it.
Finally she finds it. Loading
it she cries her silent tears.
She rests her finger
on the trigger. Her hand's
shaking. She's tired of having
a fake smile on.
She shoots the gun.
Missing herself. She
stands there crying hard.
The gun drops to the floor.
She lays in bed and
lets her tears fall. I
don't want to die she
thinks. I'll just live with
a painted on smile.
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How did you feel when reading this poem?? What came to mind? What would you change?
Comments
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Very good!
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this reminded me of one of my friends, shes tried to commit suicide 3 times and now she just kinda goes on living lifeless.i cant think of anything i would change, i liked it
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