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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Forever and ever the boy would live a ghost who could never himself forgive, that day playing by the pool he drowned his small pale white body his sister found. His mother and father screamed and cried for their little angel had so tragically died, on his sixteen year old sister was laid all the blame now she torments herself have the parents no shame. But her pain he couldn’t take away and she grew paler every day, He tried to reach her but he couldn’t she started to do things he knew she shouldn’t. He tried to stop her bleeding wrists but the blood just flowed through his small fists, and every time she cut herself the little ghost boy only blamed him self. Eight years old the day he died his whole life he never would have made her cry, its all his fault that her life was in flames because no one else would take the blame. But he could do nothing to make her life better so with her blood he wrote out a letter, “I love you,” he wrote on the wall “It was never your fault after all.” The confused ghost boy reached her too late and the little ghost boy transformed with hate, around her dying body he flew a hideous master piece he drew. A picture of the family they once were And one last message, “Does no one care about her?” To take her soul The demons arrived “Take mine not hers,” The little boy cried. With a glint in his eye The demon agreed, To the gates of heaven, The girls soul was freed. But the boy the demons Did not take, He roams the world Eyes cold with hate. But sometimes you might feel his cold hand, he tells you your pain he understands. And every girl that cuts her wrists, reminds him painfully of his older sis.
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