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Heather Williamson Poem
in the rain under stars that dont shine
in the storm, alone i wait
i'll wait for you forever...
and i did
i died long ago
dont you rember?
the blood seemed to pour like rain
the pain i was suposed to feel never came
and you were ashamed
you screamed at me
wanting me to know what i did
but it was your own will if you rember
the night you pulled me onto your bed
and told me 'it was over, it's not you, its me
i've fell in love with another instead'
i cried forever for you
as i whatched you move on with your life
but i couldnt take it all
the blade was a welcome
it screamed at me 'i cant end all your strife'
now your crying by my side
and i just want you to know
i died the day you left me
the day i was forced to let you go
Copyright © Heather Williamson | Year Posted 2006
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Heather Williamson Poem
I cut my wrist once more
Make the pain go away!
But not even the sight of blood can heal this pain…
I didn’t mean it
I mean, I didn’t try…
I mean I didn’t want to
But your words drove me insane inside
I couldn’t help it mom, dad
Please forgive…
I couldn’t help the urge
The pain I didn’t feel
His insults drove me insane
Deep inside im still crying
I still feel like im dying
You still say you love him mom
Do I even exist to you?
Or are you blind?
Cant you see the pain im going thru
There were those days…
Where I only wore black
It was a symbol to how little life meant to me
I wanted you to see mom, how I felt
But you never saw
Maybe you did…
But you never cared
You had it in your mind he’d always be there
But he cheated didn’t he?
He betrayed all your trust
And now he wants to be my friend???
After all the damage he did…
Maybe he doesn’t see either
He never saw my point..
You see…
With insults he raises you just ‘to be the best’
And in the end, you’ll never be like the rest
Im fighting mental problems now
A little voice inside my head
When Im around him now
That little voices is screaming
‘you gotta run. You gotta turn around. You gotta grab that knife. You can end it all
right now’
But here I’ll end my story,
With one question for you…
Is there really life after death?
If there is im in trouble
Cuz when I die Im in double
isn’t suicide a sin?
But under the circumstances im in…
If you think about….
There was no for me to win
Im the murderer…not him?
Copyright © Heather Williamson | Year Posted 2006
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