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Sitting outside on my front porch listening to the rain pour down from above, like
the angels sobbing from all the pain they suffer. Watching the world turn as if
God himself is making the days slow down. As I watch the rain trickle down ooff
the roof of my house, I wonder what you are doing at this very moment. Are you
thinking of me, like I'm thinking of you now? Are you watching the rain, as I am; at
this very moment? I wonder what you think of me. And I know your thoughts of me
must be horrid. It must hurt to look at pictures of me, thinking of the sweet gitl you
thought you had raised. But truthfully, I know that I am a hateful girl. I wonder how
it feels to be dead. Buried underneath the soft dirt, bugs eating away the insides
of the still carcass. I wonder what people would think of me once I am gone. A
hateful girl, a liar, a whore. I wish I could change the way people view me now.
But I know that I cannot. I can just sit underneath this porch and watch the rain
pour down from the angels above. Wondering why their crying so much.
KNowing that I have hurt everyone around me. And the tears the angels shed is
nothing compared to the sobs my fmaily has cried. So, here I am alone
wondering about death, while the rain comes down ever so hard. The wind is
screaming through the air as if a million people are crying for help just like I am.
Praying that all the pain that everyone has been through will quickyl subside, and
everything will be normal again. As the rain quietly begins to slow down, my
thoughts of death move to the back of my mind again. Only to come again when
the rain returns.
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A young girl lost in a sea of people and an ocean of heartache. The confusion
plaguing her troubled mind and poisoning heart with anger had finally flooded
over her entire being. All she could think of was the hatred building up behind
those deep blue eyes and that fictitious smile. Pretending all the while that she is
content with the life she despises. Dancing outside the suicide room, reluctant
to enter. But running through the door of drugs, like a kid in a candy store.
Desperately searching for an escape from the chaos dominating her life, but only
finding temporary relief from her anguish. Everyday she waits patiently for
someone to rescue her from the pain that is eating away at her insides. As each
day passes by, she slowly loses her faith that she will ever escape. Night after
night, she lays awake consuming more and more pills than the night before,
praying for a way out. Years go by with no relief, and the young girl has lost all
faith. As she lays awake for the last time, she smiles her fake smile, and flashes
those deep blue eyes, and her prayer was finally answered with a simple pull of
the trigger. She escaped.
Copyright © Meghan Connolly | Year Posted 2005
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Perfect by nature, isn't that what you expected of me. In a world that was never
real. You know that I've got you fooled. I never was, and I never will be. You've
betrayed me. You've made me become this wreck of a person. Lost in your
sense of worth. You expectations of me have failed. I'm no longer your picture of
perfection. Just a mistake. Somewhere across the line you know you have failed
me. Torturing me day by day, your eyes haunting me. Burning a hold through my
dreams. They are watching every step that I take, every move that I make. As if I
can feel them pulling me down. Pushing me beyond the point of submission,
your slave. My wounds cry for revenge, but I am only denied. My hopes are
crushed and I will forvever be your failed picture of perfection.
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tears are falling
down my face
sobbing because
I am a disgrace
hateful and bitter
an angry whore
why would anyone
love me now?
no one understands
who I really am
everyone thinks
that I am damned
banished to hell
forever and ever
who will love me
no one; never
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tears all over my face
running down my cheeks
with thoughts of despair in my mind
blood everywhere
all over the floor
and in my hair
can't stop the cutting
can't breathe at all
yet my thoughts still continue
I don't want the pain to end
just my life
because of myself
no-one to live for
no-one to stop the hurt
no-one to help me
no-one at all
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