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Why Would a 12-Year Girl Want To Die?

Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay here with an empty bottle of pills by my side.
It was just too much to hide.
My little brother found me on my bathroom floor.
He went screaming out the door.
The ambulance came and I heard voices fading away.
I can still make out what they say.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay in a hospital bed.
He can’t hurt you anymore the nurse said.
Thank god the gun box was locked.
Now theirs a knock.
The cops came in and said my sister talked.
They said after what my father did he will never walk.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
He came in my room at night.
Something’s a child just cant fight.
Tired of living with this dirty feeling.
Tired of all together feeling.
Why Daddy Why?
Why would you make me cry, lie, and all-together die?
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Mom didn’t know.
She said it wasn’t my fault and beyond my control.
They said there were more.
They just were scared to come forward before.
Now I’m on the stand facing a child molester.
The lawyer asks my father.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
What did you do that was so bad that your daughter wanted to die?

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Half Monster

I’m half monster.
Living in a jackal and hide world of a father’s imposter.
In fear of that half coming out
I am left without.
Who am I?
Can I distinguish why?
Will anger entice me?
Will feelings precise me?

I’m half monster!
I’m half of my father.
I can’t punish my child in fear of going to far.
I can’t change him without feeling dirty by a hidden scar.
He made me!
He hated me!
He’s my parent.
He’s my serpent.

I’m half monster!
He’s a monster.
I wish I knew where I fit.
Half and half I am split.
My brothers followed his steps.
I am a misstep.
I wasn’t supposed to be.
Can I get rid of this monster inside of me?

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Hand Full of Pills!

Holding this hand full of pills.
It’s a power of wills
I could end it all.
It’s my call.
No more pain.
No more memories of where it came.

Hand full of pills
Love only kills!
wasted away inside.
save me from what I hide.
No one really sees me.
No one really knows me.

Hand full of pills
a void only death fills.
No more promises or lies.
No more breaking what he defies.
I am you!
Now you are only what’s true.

Hand full of pills
Down my throat It spills.
Ending my hell.
Ending stories I wont have to remember or tell.
I can die!
Just die!

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Little Girl On Bended Knees

She’s a little girl abused in so many ways.
She knows for everything theirs a price she pays.
She doesn’t go where other children play.
So much lost.
So much at cost.
She’s berried with in her pleas.
Clothing tore to all degrees.
She runs to the church knowing everything he sees.
Maybe he can set her free.
Little girl on bended knees.

She can’t wash his smell away.
No matter how much she bathes.
Do you really have to love daddy this way.
Day by day she prays.
So many memories will prey.
She wishes they would just fade away.
In the bushes she hides.
Daddy is dead inside.
To god she will confide.

“God who will believe me?
Who will see?
Mom always said it was just me.
Now she has to see.”
Little girl on bended knees.

Her life is so hard in part.
Yet not compared to what she sacrifices in her heart.
He slices it up and rips it apart.
She wants to point blame
But lowers her head in shame.
God taking over this little soles hope 
And his heart is breaking.
There is so much she is staking.

She raises her bloody hands high.
Deep down she wishes she could die.
But she made daddy finally say goodbye.
Six years old murdering daddy to finally be free.
Little girl on bended knees.

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Save Me!

Save me!
I can’t take it anymore please save me!
I can’t hide.
So many times I have lies.
Anything to hide my addiction.
I am looking at my reflection.
Trying to be perfect has a price.
Pills have always been my own device.
Alcohol keeps me numb of what I have become.
Save me baby.
Break me free.
I am losing this fight.
I know I can’t do this alone, you were right.
Living without you is killing me.
I know the blame is all me.
Come back to me.
Help me.
Save me baby.
Take me out of this misery.
Take me out of this hell.
Save me from myself.

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She Was My Best Friend.

I met her in 5th grade.
After school we played.
We were inseparable back then.
When we played tag she’s always when.
She was so much shorter than me.
I filled out before she.
She was my best friend.
She was always my best friend.
My dad always hit me.
Hers tried to save me.
My dad was as drunk as he could be.
So to her house I would flee.
Then my world came apart.
Secrets came out barried in my heart.
Then there was the night I tried to take my life.
She rushed to my side.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
Then thru the trial.
My body was so easy to defile.
I starved and purge
Almost until there was no return.
I went to a treatment center.
She always went to visit there.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
My sister died.
Once again she came to my side.
I lost faith and consumed rage.
She tried to tell me it was only a stage.
I yelled and told her to get away.
Later I regret what I had to say.
She understood me.
She forgave me.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
Now she has come out of the closet.
Her parents see it the way they call it.
She says she has always known it.
She was tired of hiding it.
She was gay.
For once I did not know what to say.
She has AIDS.
Eventually her life will fade.
Her parents turned there back.
I lived up to our 5th grade pack.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
She lives her life a different way
But I love her anyway.
Thru this fight I stay
We fight it together day to day.
Because She was my best friend.
She was always my best friend.

Jeanette Hedglin
Age 25

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Hot Guy Parallel Universe

I have never seen him pace to face.
I have never been in his same space.
I have a picture of this hot guy. 
Could this be my imagination of a lie?
He is so sweet.
I always ask when we can meet.
It’s only been two weeks.
But he makes my knees so weak.
He says soon we will see.
That’s when he will see me.
Distance is such a curse.
This guy lives in some hot guy parallel universe.

Where are you?
Why are you?
Don’t you want to meet me?
You say you like me!
What if you change you mind?
What if you don’t like what you find?
I’m waiting for you to move.
I’m waiting to see what you will prove.
I don’t what to do something wrong.
But my liking is growing so strong.
Should I trust you?
I have never met you.
Distance is such a curse.
This guy lives in some hot guy parallel universe.

You hot guy parallel universe.
You are a joyous curse.

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Pink Panties On the Floor

I went to my mans place.
I was suffering from the Mondays and needed his embrace.
We dated for two months and haven’t even made it to third base.
I showed up without calling
And he just kept stalling.
Why didn’t he want me to come in?
Where had he been?
He looked rough and hard.
He must have spent the night in the bar.
I heard a noise from a far.
I pushed my way pass the door.
What I saw told all the more.
Pink panties on the floor!
They were way bigger than me.
The clothes scattered were a plus size beyond tolerable degree.
How can this be!
The woman that came out of the bathroom made three of me.
If you cheat on me,
Do better than me!
Not worse than me.
All he could say
“I got far to drunk yesterday.
I don’t remember last night.
This morning I woke up to this bear hazed sight.
Pink panties on the floor!
Pink panties I have never seen before.
Please, I don’t want to lose you.
I didn’t mean to hurt you!
Please just forgive!
Without you I can’t live.”
I walked out!
There was no doubt.
You can have him
One night whim.
I am worth so much more.
Pink panties on the floor!

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Child Warrior

CHILD WARRIOR 
, BORN IN A FIGHT
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE NIGHT.
TWO PEOPLE WHO WON’T SEE WHAT THEIR DOING ISN’T RIGHT.
TURNING HER IN TO A FIGHTER
USING EVERTHING LEFT INSIDE OF HER.
A HOME A BATTLE GROUND
AND BY HIS BRUSES SHE HIDES SHE IS BOUND.
HER CLOSET A SANTUARY,
A SAFE HAVEN SHE GOES TO GET AWAY.
WHERE SHE WRITES POEMS TO EAS HER PAIN.
IN A MESS OF BLANKETS WHER HER BROKEN BODY LAIN.


CHILD WARRIOR
FIGHT FOR IT’S THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN LIVE
PEOPLE CAN ONLY TAKE WHAT YOU HAVE TO GIVE.
SO MUCH YOU MUST SACRIFICE.
BEING BORN WAS TO HIGH A PRICE.
MIDDLE CHILD AND OLDEST CHILD WRAPED UP IN ONE
YOUR RESPONSIBLITIES HAVE ALREADY BEGUN.
WHEN YOU’RE SMALLER THAN YOUR FATHER YOU KNOW WHOM WON.
YOU CAN’T FIND TIME TO FEEL WHAT GONE,
WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING OVER YOUR SHOULDER AFRAIND OF SOMEONE.
YOUR BODY MAY BRAKE BUT A SPIRIT CAN TAKE
WHAT YOU HAVE INDURED IN THIS HEART ACHE.

CHILD WARRIOR 
YOU AR INVINCABLE.
AND INSIDE UN-BREAKABLE.
ONE DAY YOU WILL TELL A STORY OF A CHILD IN PARALE.
WHEN IT COMES TO STRENGTH YOU WON’T FAIL.
YOU HAVE LIVED ON TRENTH SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN,
LIVING INSIDE A WOLD SCORN AND TORN.
YOU ONLY HAVE THE TOOLS OF WHO YOU ARE.
THEY CAN’T TAKE WHO YOU ARE.
YOU ENDURED ALL SITUATIONS AND CONFRINTATIONS.
YOU KNOW MANIPULATIONS.
DON’T BELIEVE THE LIES.
SEVER YOU EMOTIONAL TIES.

CHILD WARRIOR 
PREPARE TO FIGHT
POOR SOLE YOU ARE BEING BORN TONIGHT

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Toy Soldier!!!

We are toys who are owned and played!
He was trapped so we paid.
We paid that price over and over.
Our childhood is over!
We have to fight.
We have little right.
We are soldiers in a home of war.
We exist no more.
We just survive in his world.
Our emotions are twirled.
We don’t know what to feel.
We don’t know what’s real.
We are smaller in size and age.
But we can’t escape our lively cage.
Our lives just got a lot colder.
We are the toy soldiers.