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Shannon Lotterer Poem
So cold
So sad
So broken and alone
Just wondering
Thinking
If I'd ever be in your arms
Still wondering
Thinking
If you are too
Do you miss me as much as i miss you
I think the permanent damage done to my skin
Will convey the thoughtful sin
Depression stuck to me
With super glue
Does anyone know
What I am about to do
No, no one does
I don't think they ever will
What does it matter
I'm just another emo teenage soul
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I lay here in the corner watching my life go by
You struck me to many times
I can smell the blood running down my head
And watch it drip into my hands of lead
Your screaming words still pierce my ears
And i remember that I have taken this beating for years
My crying didn't stop you
And nobody believed me
Why'd you have to kill my mommy?
You made me angry
If you die, it'll be my fault
That isn't out of accusation either
I swear on my last breath some how or another
I will kill you
You want to feel what it's like to be bashed in the head with a bat?
Well your getting twice as worse
Ready
Set
Die
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The roses are black
The violets are dead
Everything is bitter
About the road ahead
You see fear
In everything around
I see death running abound
Blood pouring down every wall
Screams echoing through
The lonely halls
What did we do?
What can se say?
About all the things
That have gone astray
Because roses are black
And the violets are dead
Will we live through the hell
That lies ahead?
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Shannon Lotterer Poem
I love this boy
This stupid, cute, little sk8er bends me like a toy
He makes my life perfect 2 perfect
And I love it so much that it takes my breath away
I don't know what I'd do
If he wasn't here saying "I Love You"
Shining light on my day
Making me feel better than okay
We're so different in so many ways
But my heart is yours forever and always
I live for excitement
I live for youth
I live for happiness
But most of all
I live for you
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Shannon Lotterer Poem
I slip, I slide
I fall, I cry
Ice breaks
Hearts race
Bodies freeze
Time leaves
People cry
Others die
Ends in mist
Of this sadness
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Running through the forest i can hear your footsteps
my heart thudding so fast about ready to burst
my legs are hurting and my lungs are dry
but if i stop now i know i'm going to die
slower and slower
until i fall, "Dear God, NO!"
i scream as you stab me with a knife
a weird pressure is near my waist
i cry and i cry
tears running down my bloody face.
you smirk and you laugh
you enjoy my anguish and pain
you finally finish and leave me to die
my eyes slowly close, i know i'm giving up
my heart slows down
my hearing stops
i go numb
i feel like i'm falling
i slowly died
my last thought:
"my eighteenth birthday and I'll be floating towards the sky."
they found me a few days later
my mother heartbroken, my father in pain
the funeral seemed long, the tears endless
i had died before my parents
i had to watch them be in pain
soon after,
my killer,
had killed them too
people in the world were meant to love each other,
i thought
not kill one another
to this day i'm supposed to be twenty-four
but thanks to my teacher,
I'll never know my future
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Dying to live
Wanting to die
Wants it badly
Needs it inside
Eyes go weary
Face turns pail
Mind going crazy
From her horrid tales
All doors closed
No windows open
Searching for peace
In a life that is broken
Wishing of the days
She was happy and at home
With that special person
And not all alone
Walking in her darkness
She sees a small crack
A window slightly broken
Stopping in her tracks
With full force, she hits
Shattering the glass
She stares in shock
To let the moments pass
A light shines in
Glowing on her face
She sees a new beginning
Past starting to erase
Climbing out the space
Leaving but a stain
From the glass that was sharp
But in her hand was no pain
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