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Ashleigh Johnson Poem
Whose voice is that i think i know
Her voice is soft like the soft winds blow.
She skips with glee as she grows near.
Her skin is pale, as white as snow.
My dog beside me, finds it *****
To see her now after a year
Between two trees down by the lake.
The time she died was just last year.
My dog beside me starts to shake
To see this trick is a mistake
The tears that fall as i start to weep
Of deepest sorrows, my heart it aches
The feeling of grief it cuts me deep
But she will stay in my heart to keep
And as i cried i fell asleep
And as i cried I fell asleep
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Blood flows down the drain
as i slowly cut my vein
deeper and deeper the razor goes
less and less oxygen flows
Blood drips on the paper
to let suicide be shown
slit my wrist and off i go
emotionless
letting no pain show
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Ashleigh Johnson Poem
Love is not a feeling. Love is an action, an activity... Genuine love implies commitment and the exercise of wisdom... love as the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth... true love is an act of will that often transcends ephemeral feelings of love or cathexis, it is correct to say, 'Love is as love does'.
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A dozen slits upon her arms, just a couple
On her legs. She feels her pain is relieved
But, would rather she be dead?
She slits her wrists, two wide cuts.
The blood drips down her arms.
Tears fall down her face
As she realizes, just what she's done.
She lies there on her bathroom floor
As tears roll down her cheeks.
Her body goes limp from what she's done,
She is so very weak.
Her mother walks in at this site,
Her daughter begins to weep.
Her mother holds her very tight
She helps her to her feet.
What little strength she has left, gets her
To her bed, there lies no harm in her
Mother's arms. She cried, "I love you mom"
"I love u too my dear" mom says
As her daughter died that day.
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The beautiful girl that lives down the street
The one that has bruises from being beat.
Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope,
Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.
She’s limping because this nasty man
Where her mother is is unknown
Her eyes are scared and full of fright
because she is afraid to be alone.
The bruises started yellowing.
She was in much pain.
The tears fell down her little face
And outside it began to rain.
At school she was a quiet one.
No one knew her name.
The teachers, they said nothing
Even though they saw her pain.
One day when we watched the news
a picture of a familiar face
I felt the tears build
With greatest sadness and despair
It said that she was killed.
Loud tears filled my home
As I thought of that little girl
Who now would never see
Her future in this world.
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As I sit in my room,
Through the morbid like gloom,
I think of a way,
To finish the day...
If I slit on my wrist or leg,
My friends will only plead and beg,
For me to stop my evil ways,
And make me to live another day...
Only through my days at home,
I feel like I am all alone,
Even through the pain and stife,
I make it through another night...
As I sit in my room,
Through the morbid like gloom,
I slit my wrist as though in fright,
That I might live another night...
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I believe in death,
And I believe in fate.
I believe the world is fueled,
Not on love, but with hate.
I believe that love is dead.
I believe that love is gone.
I believe that I am also dead,
And I wish to be alone.
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I am a shadow in the dark.
My wrists sting with fear,
They are covered in blood.
I hope I don't shed one more tear.
\The knife cuts into my wrist,
It hurts so bad.
All I can see is my red arm,
A red floor.
It's making me sad,
It's making me mad,
I miss my life,
I hate being here.
I am here,
In a psycho home.
Please, someone help me!
I learned my lesson.
Please let me out.
I wont ever have a doubt,
A doubt of slitting my wrists again!
PLEASE! SOMEONE GET ME OUT!
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Oh I wish you were here
with your sparkling eyes
your lovely smile
and your beautiful hair
how I already miss
your tender smile
your gentle touch
and your loving heart
why can't i say
it just isn't the same
without you here
why my life's just worthless
but having you in it
makes it worth it
now that I can
hold you in my arms
feel your warmth and call you mine
feel your heart next to mine
beat by beat
day by day
my feelings grow stronger
for you and you only
forever and longer
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We all want to fall in love. Why?
Because that experience makes us feel completely alive,
where every sense is heightened,
and every emotion is magnified.
Our everyday reality is shattered
and we are flying into the heavens.
It may only last a moment, an hour, or an afternoon,
but that doesn't diminish its value,
because we are left with memories
that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
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