(it doesn't have a title yet)
Begging, begging.
Only anguish she feels.
Only wishing to somehow heal.
A knife stuck in her back,
the only thing she sees is black.
Beseeching to just die,
to be able to say good-bye.
Her body madly shakes,
in her, thunders a mad earthquake.
Cry out, cry out.
Regret is all she gains,
feeling nothing but awful pains.
No more can she take it,
suicide she just might commit.
Feeling like giving up,
but she won't quit in that dump.
She looks badly careworn,
just wishing she was never born.
Do it, do it.
Repeating those words,
she knows its truly absurd.
She stares down at the gun,
wishing this could all be done.
She doesn't want to wait,
or manage to contemplate.
She pulls the black trigger,
ending all of her anger.
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(it might sound better if you read it out loud... idk)
so what do you think of it? I'm 14 years old. Does it flow well?
thank you!
2007-05-21
14:10:44
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