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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
808
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Last Call for Help
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I say this once and only once THESE ARE MY POEMS. I wrote them. DO NOT STEAL. enjoy, Some are dark, angsty and suicidal, some are them sappy poems. and then some are just whatever you wanna classify them as.
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She’s screaming for help
But no one seems to hear
They just turn their heads
Not noticing her eyes full of tears.
She’s had enough
She can’t take anymore
She grabs the knife by her side
As she picks herself up off the floor
She locks the door
And stares at her room
Nobody ever tried to help her
And her life was filled with nothing but gloom
She decides to help herself
The only way she knows how
By using the knife to stab herself
Hoping that all the pain would finally go away now
She falls to the floor
Her blood pouring out
Today she will die
Of that there is no doubt.
It seemed to take forever
As she laid there on the floor
Then suddenly the angels came from out of nowhere
And took her to live with them forever more
Even though it’s over now
There is something I must say
IF somebody had just reached out to her
Her life may not have ended this way
So readers please take notice
And try to help those that are in need
For that person in this poem could’ve easily been you
For that person was almost me..
I say this once and only once THESE ARE MY POEMS. I wrote them. DO NOT STEAL. enjoy, Some are dark, angsty and suicidal, some are them sappy poems. and then some are just whatever you wanna classify them as.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She’s screaming for help
But no one seems to hear
They just turn their heads
Not noticing her eyes full of tears.
She’s had enough
She can’t take anymore
She grabs the knife by her side
As she picks herself up off the floor
She locks the door
And stares at her room
Nobody ever tried to help her
And her life was filled with nothing but gloom
She decides to help herself
The only way she knows how
By using the knife to stab herself
Hoping that all the pain would finally go away now
She falls to the floor
Her blood pouring out
Today she will die
Of that there is no doubt.
It seemed to take forever
As she laid there on the floor
Then suddenly the angels came from out of nowhere
And took her to live with them forever more
Even though it’s over now
There is something I must say
IF somebody had just reached out to her
Her life may not have ended this way
So readers please take notice
And try to help those that are in need
For that person in this poem could’ve easily been you
For that person was almost me..