I SIT UP IN MY BED AND I HEAR THE WIND OUTSIDE OAR WITH FURY.I SLOWLY GET UP AND GO TO THE KITCHEN,I GO AND PULL A SHINY,GIGANTIC KNIFE OUT OF A DRAWER.OH WHAT A PRETTY THING IN MY POSSESSION NOW.I CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTION,MY HAIR GATHERED AROUND MY SMALL OVAL FACE.AND AS I PLUNGE THAT KNIFE INTO MY SKIN,I IMAGINE THAT'S YOU HURTING ME AGAIN.AGAIN AND AGAIN AS IT PIERCES MY SKIN,CAN YOU NOT STOP HURTING ME AGAIN?!MAYBE YOU'LL REMEMBER ME BETTER IF I'M DEAD AND KNOWING IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT SUCH A SWEET CHILD IS NOW DEAD AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE YOU HURT HER BAD.AND AS I PLUNGE IT IN FOR THE LAST TIME AND FALL TO THE FREEZING FLOOR.I THINK OF HOW YOU HURT ME AND HOW MY LIFE,MYSELF ALWAYS SEEMED TO REVOLVE AROUND YOU!!!GOOD-BYE YOU BASTARD,HOPE YOU'LL REMEMBER WHO I AM NOW!!!
Author notes
EVEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT MADE ME WRITE THIS.
Written March 26th, 2004
A contest entry
- Deep inside.... PLEASE ENTER!!!! by -saved-.
300 points, ended April 11, 2004, 67 entries
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This is intense. And strong. I like the emotion in this poem..... You did a great job! Wow..... Keep writing, and good luck. Laters.
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suicide.
the stars look so beautiful tonight. -
well I sure hope you didn't make it because you wanted to do this..but anyway i thought it was really good. and there was a lot of hate and anger and even some hurt..great job.
Kyndale
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