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Post by darkoneofpower on Dec 27, 2004 4:26:35 GMT -5
My roome seems too big now. I am so scared I want to scream. I hear your breath in my ear, it won't get away from me. The phones on the floor by my TV. Too afriad to go near it I'm afraid you'll call me and I'll hear your voice in my ear telling me it's my fault.
Huddled in a corner somewhere by the door trying to escape this room
but if I leave you'll find me
Everthing inside me hurts. I couldn't sworn THIS wouldn't happen again I thought I did well to prepare myself Six years and I still have no sense
Clutching my sides tightly Pain comes in waves but I can't stop rocking slowly repeating over in vain ....It IS my fault.
I've gotta call somebody there's a knife calling for me If he's not home... I'll know what to do. I'll do it to get away form you. I don't want any one else to know though I've written a note and it will tell them all... but only if he's not home.
I need him to tell me this is all a bad dream my only friend who lives near me. I'll go to the phone though it hurts waiting for him to pick up. Preparing for death as the phone continues its rings...
"Hello?"
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Post by godsrighthand on Mar 4, 2005 1:31:24 GMT -5
Scary emotional content, but a highly effective poem nonetheless.
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