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Gabriel Hart Poem
Hello there dad how have you been? Oh! Really thats great please don't let me begin.
Where were you just last year when I nearly died of stress? Or how about two months ago
when my whole life was a mess? I wondered where you were all of the time, now I'm
fifteen three years from grown and you show up on the dime! Well go back where you came
from back into the portal you walked through, who's my dad? wheres he at? Oh no it
couldn't be you, I saw a completely different face at the age of two! So your really
here? this isn't a joke? Ha! Go somewhere and choke! I never needed you before and I
definatly don't need you now, and I can walk my own self down the isle!
Copyright © Gabriel Hart | Year Posted 2005
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Gabriel Hart Poem
I'm ready for my coffin, I'm ready for my grave, to life I am only a slave. Those pills
in the cabinet that rope in my room, and what about the sharp stick in the kitchen next
to the broom? Death is coming closer I can feel it it's coming near, I can't live this
way anymore please mom don't cry a tear. The pills are in my mouth the cuts are on my
arm, my face is turning pale I don't have my young charm. I hear the paramedics trying
to save me but their to late, I think that I'm in hell I see the opening gate. I flash
back to earth, to see me in my hurse they're having a funeral? Over me they will mourn?
I look into the coffin to see my skin so torn, my face looks horrible my body isn't
warm. I look into the crowd people are crying loud they're saying shes happy now but as
I look I'm not proud. I left my loved ones broken the few that I had, if I knew so many
loved me I wouldn't of murdered myself! I'm watching as they all walk away, the people I
think of everyday, they all say goodbye the last thing to me they'd ever say, I'm DEAD I
shouldn't feel this way! I try to call there names, they look down and say I'll miss her
this is a shame. I'm standing there alone and it begins to rain, I see a bolt of
lightning I hear the sound of thunder, it's time for my soul to go to hell and my body
six feet under.
Copyright © Gabriel Hart | Year Posted 2005
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Gabriel Hart Poem
I cannot feel my hands I cannot feel my toes, I'm sick of living life with only cons and
no pros. The people that I cared for left me in the dust, I long to get away from this
world I will never trust. I cannot feel my face, I cannot feel my chest, why don't I
just die and never feel the rest. My body is so numb I can't take it anymore, my body is
so numb I don't feel my feet touch the floor. Will the angel of death sing? I wonder
what death will bring! For soon I hope to be laying in my death bed, numb not able to
feel my own head. I'm tired of my body so numb, the purpose of life so dumb! Holding on
impossible giving up feels so right, when death is all you think about why should you
try and fight? People say I'm so dumb, well maybe I'll change my mind when my body is no
longer numb!
Copyright © Gabriel Hart | Year Posted 2005
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