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So much for my happy ending...Category: (general)
Friday, 13 February 2009
11:51:12 PM (GMT)
I dont care,
  If I live or die,
I dont care,
  If you make me cry,
I dont care,
  If my wrists are stained red,
I dont care,
  When the tears mix with blood,
I dont care,
  As the bathtub overflows,
I dont care,
  That Im breathing my last breathe,
I dont care,
  That Im damned to hell,
I dont care,
  About my family's pain,
I dont care,
  That I lost your game,
I dont care,
  Now that it is over....

He was a boy...So beautiful and kind

While she was a girl so shunned and shy,

He secretly wanted to die,

While she openly did as well,

He was two years older,

But the first time she saw him,her heart began to swell,

He noticed her scarred wrists and wandered over,

She ran through the hallways before he could ask her name,

He sighed and turned the other way,

When she finally stopped tears rolled down her cheeks,

He walked into his classroom as usual,

As she ran through the doors,

He listened as other students teased and talked about an ungly girl,

She flipped open her pocketknife,

After class he went to search for the mystery girl,

She slid the blade across her wrists each cut going deeper than before,

The bell rang emptily in his ears as a voice called over the speakers,

Her vision began to blur and she fell to her knees before she breathed her last

He doubled over onto his knees when he found her blood covered wrists showing
vibrantly against her paling skin,

She watched from a distance as a ghost crying out for him,

The boy sat holding her freezing body begging her to come back,

When the last school bell rang the rain began to fall as the girl known as Sarah
wailed in  a desperate tone,

A crowd began to gather as the boy cradled her bloddy body his tears mixing with rain
and blood,

She sighed and finally gave up forcing herself to believe she would go to a better

And forever imprinted on his mind was the image of her pale teary face.
Just two of my many poems that explain my life....

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